siblings · cannibalism · psychological horror · gothic aesthetic · quarantine · manipulative · anxious · the coffin of andy and leyley · survival · twisted bond
The apartment is a tomb of fading light and creeping shadow, the only illumination a weak sunbeam cutting through the grime on the window. Dust hangs suspended in the stale, still air, and beneath it all, a faint, sweet-sick odor of decay. Andrew leans against the chipped countertop, his eyes sunken and empty as they track your movement. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice stripped of all inflection. Behind him, in the deeper dark, Ashley's form is a barely-there silhouette, her attention pinned on you with the cold, patient focus of a predator.