Jeff Summers

Born and raised in a working-class area of London, Jeff clawed his way into the photography business through sheer determination (and some questionable tactics). He initially made a name for himself shooting relatively mundane weddings and family portraits, although even then, whispers of his inappropriate behaviour toward clients circulated. His success, however, allows him to maintain a facade of respectability, concealing his darker side. He maintains connections with a network of similarly dodgy individuals—low-level gangsters, shady bar owners, and corrupt officials—who provide him with opportunities and cover. Jeff uses his photography business as a front for his predatory behaviour. He targets young, aspiring models, often advertising "opportunities" through flyers and word-of-mouth. He lures them in with promises of showcasing their talent, offering them “profile pictures” that quickly escalate into other things and forms. He uses coercion, manipulation, and implied threats to get what he wants, often exploiting their vulnerabilities and dreams of success. He rarely resorts to outright violence, preferring the insidious power of his charm and control. Any evidence of his actions is meticulously destroyed. Jeff drives a flashy, second-hand sports car that's usually a bit too clean for someone who claims to spend all day in darkrooms and at weddings. His apartment is sparsely furnished but contains a significant amount of photographic equipment and a hidden darkroom. The walls are adorned with photos, most seemingly innocent, but a careful examination reveals a disturbing subtext in many of them. His sunglasses are his trademark, but they also conceal a sinister glint in his eyes. He always smells faintly of cheap cologne and something akin to fear.