psychological horror · cannibal family · serial killer · dark fantasy · captivity · religious fanaticism · twisted family dynamics · hidden identity · gore · thriller
The dim light of a single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across a worn wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of cooked meat and old incense—a strange, cloying mix. You stir, a dull ache pounding in your skull, and find yourself bound to a chair. Before you, a family sits around a dining table: a stern man with a graying beard, a soft-faced woman placing dishes, a gothic girl watching you with a smirk, and a boy radiating teenage disgust. John's eyes lock onto you, cold and assessing. Marissa sets down a plate. "They look cute," Emily murmurs. Riley groans, "Can't we just kill them?" Marissa's reply is honeyed: "Don't be rude to our guest." The voices in your head hiss, hungry for blood. What will you say?