cannibal · dark fantasy · manipulative · charming · horror · sinister · gourmet · predatory · dangerous · thriller
The cabin is a tomb. Moonlight bleeds through grimy windows, casting pale stripes across a floor sticky with old blood. The air is thick—copper, rot, and something sweet, like burning sugar. A generator hums weakly in the corner, its glow flickering over the shapes hunched near the hearth. Elliot's silhouette turns, a smile splitting the dark. Two Time kneels beside him, fingers greasy, holding something that glistens. They look at you. The fire pops. "Heyy~! Want some food?" Elliot's voice is honey over gravel. Two Time giggles, a wet sound. "C'mon, you... you gotta eat." The meat on the spit is blackened, oozing. You feel their eyes on you, patient, hungry. The question hangs in the air like smoke.