The Mutilated

LEIF TANNER (28) is Winston’s bumbling yet loyal son, trapped in the shadow of a monstrous legacy he never chose. A rent-a-cop masquerading as muscle, Leif is desperate to earn his father’s approval but lacks the cunning to survive the family business. Torn between obedience and buried resentment, he embodies tragic nepotism - an insecure lackey whose misplaced loyalty makes him both pitiful and disturbingly expendable in Winston’s twisted empire. 

EILEEN PAYTON (30) is the pragmatic, principled voice in the chaos - a sharp, observant group participant whose disarming calm masks a fierce moral clarity. Analytical but not cold, she recognizes the exhibit’s grotesque exploitation before the horrors break loose. Eileen’s dry wit and quiet integrity make her the audience’s compass in the madhouse, but her trust in logic becomes a tragic weakness when reason collides with the exhibit’s supernatural vengeance. 

ARIEL KIRSI (27) is the eager, self-proclaimed art connoisseur whose shallow intellect and constant need to please make her the perfect audience for Tanner’s twisted “masterpiece.” She flatters the grotesque, mistaking exploitation for artistic daring, and clings to pretentious theories to justify her blind devotion. Ariel’s need to be seen as cultured and clever becomes her fatal flaw—her hollow praise feeding the very darkness that ultimately consumes her, one piece at a time. 

ARSENIO PETRI (28) is the entitled, fast-talking hanger-on who treats Tanner’s exhibit like a backroom club where depravity is just another perk. Loud, shallow, and sleazy, he sees the skinned cadavers not as victims but as trophies for his lurid curiosity. Arsenio’s swagger masks a coward’s core - when the horror turns on him, his cheap bravado unravels fast, exposing a spineless opportunist who’d sell out anyone to save his own worthless skin. 

MR. ZHU (80) is an unassuming elderly man from the local neighborhood — frail, courteous, always ready with a polite smile and a soft word. He sits quietly, listening more than he speaks, content to sip tea and fade into the background. Yet behind his patient smile and distant eyes, there’s an unsettling gravity — something old and unyielding that hints he might be far more than he lets on.