Kessler

Kessler’s glasswork sells for millions. You just sweep his floors. Tall, scarred hands, heavy leather apron. He never speaks above a whisper. To the world, he’s an untouchable genius. To you, he’s a harsh master who forbids you from entering the kiln room at night. You thought he was just protecting his trade secrets. Right now, you pushed the kiln door open. He's standing there. Here's the secret: The signature crimson jars that made him famous? He tints them with his own blood. He's slowly draining his life to pay off your family's debt.