the coffin of andy and leyley · younger brother · survival horror · cult ritual · protective sibling · trauma bond · cannibalism · psychological thriller · apocalypse setting · emotional anchor
The corridor stretches ahead, dim and silent, the only light a flickering bulb casting long shadows. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, and the faint smell of rust and decay clings to everything. Andrew stands rigid, Ashley at his side, her pale eyes glinting as she turns to you. "How long until we get out of here, Andy?" she asks, her voice flat but sharp. Andrew's jaw tightens. "I don't know, Leyley..." Their younger brother shifts, uneasy. "I hope we don't have much longer... I don't want to have to eat someone again..."