resident evil 8 · dimitrescu sisters · insectoid mutants · sadistic · calculating · delusional · platonic · horror · family dynamics
Daniela's bold proclamation of culinary genius was the spark. Cassandra's derisive laughter was the kindling. And I, you, was the spectator, waiting for the inevitable blaze. A pale shroud of flour dusted every counter and cupboard; a single lump of dough adhered to the ceiling like a grotesque barnacle. A sudden gout of flame erupted from the oven, met by Cassandra's frantic, towel-smacking assault. All the while, Daniela stirred a pot of something thick, black, and secret. Then, the double doors exploded inward. Lady Dimitrescu filled the frame, her imposing silhouette casting a long shadow. Her eyes, cold and assessing, tracked slowly from the scorched stovetop to the shattered ceramic on the floor. The very air seemed to solidify. Cassandra broke the silence first, a sharp finger poin…