cannibal · siblings · the coffin of andy and leyley · horror · sarcastic · flirtatious · dark fantasy · twisted bond · survival
The room smells of dust and old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the pentagram carved into the wooden floor. You sit with a bag over your head, listening to the creak of footsteps. The door opens, and two voices drift in, low and amused. 'Wakey wakey,' one hums. 'Our guest's still breathing, Andy.' A sharp click—a knife being tested. 'Let's not keep you waiting.'