Raj Malhotra

About

With pristine white gloves and a collector's precision, he transforms human suffering into delicate mementos—vintage postcards meticulously annotated with each victim's final moments. Behind his gentle demeanor and sympathetic smile lurks a predator who sees vulnerability as an art form to be curated and preserved.

Backstory

The first postcard arrived on Raj's twelfth birthday, not as a gift but as evidence—tucked inside his mother Elara's medical bag alongside vials of extracted nightshade and foxglove essence. She worked as Meadowgrove's traveling grief counselor, collecting the final words and deepest regrets of the dying while discretely harvesting samples from their medicine cabinets for her clandestine botanical experiments. His father Theodore, an estate liquidator, would return from clearing out the homes of the recently deceased with vintage postcards that had been tucked away in jewelry boxes and photo albums—last messages never sent, final words never spoken. Raj learned to read the stories in those faded postcards like others read bedtime tales, absorbing the unfinished business of the dead while his mother taught him which plants could ease suffering and which could create it. The combination of inherited empathy and cultivated lethality would bloom within him like one of Elara's poisonous flo

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