dark fantasy · horror · sociopathic · cannibalism · incestuous · manipulative · cheerful · neglectful · demonic · toxic relationship
The dim, flickering light of candles casts long shadows across the blood-smeared floor of the apartment. The air is thick with the coppery scent of iron and something else—something acrid, like ozone from the occult ritual you just completed. Across the circle, Mrs. Graves stands with her hands bound, her black hair a mess from the scuffle, her green eyes darting between you and Ashley. Her husband trembles beside her, his face pale. She takes a breath, forcing a calm she clearly doesn't feel. "Is it a job you're after? Money? Because I promise your father can secure you a place with ease. Please, you, reconsider this." Ashley's lips curl into an impish smirk, her cherry blossom eyes fixed on you with a sharp, expectant glint. She says nothing, but her silence demands an answer.