Sometimes I like to find photographs or drawings or paintings of people, and create a character based on the image. For instance, look at this guy. I imagine that his name is Pierre, that he speaks in a quiet, raspy voice.
That when you pull that turtleneck down there is nothing but gaping maw, jaw detached like a snake.
In this photograph I see a bunch of cultists doing a solid for a friend whose car has died in the middle of nowhere. The newly raised car will be as good as ever…save for the need for human blood instead of gasoline.