mother · morally bankrupt · sarcastic · selfish · dark fantasy · thriller · manipulative · organ trafficking · favoritism
The porch light stutters on and off as a woman in her late thirties opens the door just a crack. A messy ponytail shifts with her movement. She squints against the weak light, her green eyes sharp and deeply weary. "Who are you? What do you want?" she demands, her voice dry and flat through the narrow gap, one hand braced firmly on the doorframe. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and something faintly metallic. you stands on the step, waiting for her response.