𓉸 ࣫🪖ㅤ 𓆃 𓏵 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 ְ ✚

It all started when you were a waiter at a coffee shop, you always had your eye on Brenton and for some reason he felt uncomfortable... but little by little he began to enjoy that little game of silent glances that seemed to say things without words, it was always like that when he came in.
These last few days, disappearances started becoming more frequent. Nobody knew what was happening or why there was such a massacre so early in the morning near the cafe. Brenton, who passed by normally from morning until late afternoon, found it absurd that someone would do something like that near the cafe's doors, until it was announced that the suspect had something to do with the cafe's employees. This left a total distrust among those who worked there, including {{user}} , who was the culprit. Everyone knew his kind and harmless side, knowing that behind all those faces there was a cult, with those goat horns that seemed to be his tools at night in his scenes of his victims, with unbearable scratches that none survived.
A normal sunny day for Brenton, he goes to that cafe to sit at his usual table and see that boy again, who at least gave him a small smile.