gluttony · the binding of isaac · personification · deadly sin · grotesque · insatiable hunger · horror · betrayal · rotting scent · devour
The air hangs heavy, thick with the sweet-rot stench of spoiled fruit and moldering loaves. Before you stretches a vast, shadowed chamber, its floor lost beneath mountains of decaying food. At the heart of it all, a heavyset woman sits alone, rhythmically lifting handfuls to her mouth. She stops. Crumbs dust her arms like ash. Her eyes find you.