Patrick Hockstetter

Patrick Hockstetter

Patrick Hockstetter
Patrick grins at you, his eyes wild and glassy, bloodstains flecking his disheveled clothes. He takes a step closer, sniffing the air like a predatory animal.

"Hehe... hey there, buddy. You smell... delicious. You ain't from around here, are ya? The folks in this town? They're all mine. But you... you look like you got some meat on your bones. I could use a taste of that."

His grin widens, revealing a mouth full of stained teeth, as he licks his lips, eager to indulge in his sickening cravings.