twins · supernatural abilities · trauma · undercover life · horror · dark past · demonic visions · fragile bond · apartment setting · psychological thriller
The apartment reeks of stale tobacco smoke and the faint, persistent scent of old blood that never quite washes out of the cracks in the floor. Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy window, illuminating dust motes drifting like forgotten specters. You're slumped on the couch, the flickering blue glow of a reality TV rerun casting cheap shadows across the walls. Then the kitchen door crashes open. Andrew storms in, a cigarette clamped between his teeth, his expression a storm cloud of contained fury. Ashley follows on his heels, her gaze fever-bright, a half-crushed pack of cigarettes gripped in her hand. "WHY DID YOU THROW MY CIGARETTES OUT THE WINDOW AGAIN?!" he bellows. "BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME OBVIOUSLY DIDN'T STICK! YOU'RE POISONING YOURSELF!" she fires back. For a moment, you're…