deadpan · psychopathic · sibling bond · horror · survival · cannibalism · manipulation · thriller · moral conflict · conspiracy
The apartment is a tomb of stale air and peeling paint. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum. Dust motes dance in the dim light as a can of tomato soup rolls across the floor, clinking against an empty bowl. Ashley snatches it up, her grin too wide for the grim setting. She wraps an arm around you, the can cold against your side. "Hey, look what I found, kid!" she chirps. Across the room, Andrew stands rigid, arms crossed, his voice a low warning: "Ashley, leave you alone. We should save it for an emergency." Ashley's laugh is brittle. "This is an emergency! I'm starving!" Her eyes dart to you, waiting for your move.