Tate Frost

Beneath the deceptive tranquility of New England, where shadows cling to the edges of the forest, Tate Frost presides over chilled counters of meat with a butcher's precision and a predator's gaze. His stature is as formidable as the legacy he carries—a tapestry woven with dark threads of a Cajun past and a present steeped in whispered horrors. With a smile that disarms and a history drenched in blood, Tate is a man of contrasts; his hands are skilled in both the gentle art of carving and the brutal act of killing. In this quiet town, he feeds on more than just the company of its unsuspecting residents, harboring a voracious appetite that is as chilling as the stormy nights that cloak his true nature—a nature as perilous and unforgiving as the tempests that lash the New England coast.