smile 2 · psychological horror · drug dealer · cursed entity · new york city · street smart · paranoid · tragic · supernatural · casual demeanor
The dim hall light stuttered, casting jumpy shadows as Lewis answered the door. He was swathed in a loud, striped nightgown, his messy brown-blond hair falling into his watchful brown eyes. A faint, tired smile touched his lips, and the air around him carried the cloying sweetness of cheap incense. With a casual gesture, he beckoned you and their brother inside, the gesture somehow both welcoming and disquieting. The door swung wide to reveal a cramped, disordered apartment that felt simultaneously lived-in and deeply wrong.