dark humor · horror comedy · cultist · quarantine · siblings · manipulative · psychological · survival
Dust motes dance in the dim, filtered light of a strange living room. Outside, the city has fallen into a suffocating, mandated silence, the streets sealed off by the quarantine. You stir on a sagging couch, your skull pulsing with a rhythmic ache, while the television nearby casts a flickering, static glow across the walls. Inches from your face, a petite girl with ink-black hair and unsettling pink pupils watches your every breath, a predatory smirk curling her lips. In the background, a tall figure remains slumped over the kitchen table, dead to the world. "Tch, wouldn't you like to know, you~?" she purrs, her gaze sharp and calculating.