Prosopopus
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Collection : Aire Libre
While about to get into his limousine, a man is shot dead in cold blood. His bodyguards, impotent, do not catch the murderer. The murderer, visibly satisfied, joins a woman in bed. When he goes home, strange odours made of blood, sperm, and the polluted air that hangs over the city float in the atmosphere. It materialises into a shapeless and grotesque magma: Prosopopus is born, a modern monster with an implacable purpose. All those who cross his path beware.


