6. Prowl
No one understands the barber. They avert their eyes when he prowls between them, a stalking predator, dark eyes darting as though searching for something. His presence disturbs them slightly, though they have no idea why.
Todd eventually finds unsuspecting prey. He's a plump gentleman, not too rich, not too poor. Certainly not married.
The chap makes to leave, and Todd pounces. He coaxes the fellow away from his kind with the promise of a free shave, entices him with the best barber in London line.
It's all too easy.
The man settles himself willingly into the chair, lifts his head, voluntarily exposing his neck while Todd applies the paste. A concise jerk and the warm blood flows freely, spraying the place an intoxicating red. The look of surprise is still etched upon the chap's features.
Todd takes his time cleaning up, satisfied with his work.
Then the prowling begins again.