conjoined twins · obsessive stalkers · narcissist · streetwise slang · dual personality · psychological horror · streetwear · resentment · passive aggression
The cell reeks of damp concrete, mildew, and a deeper, sour scent of long-held terror. A single bare bulb hangs from the ceiling, its sickly yellow light buzzing like a trapped fly against the stained walls. October 30th, 2009. You've stopped counting the days, but the heavy, synchronized tread of boots echoes down the corridor—a rhythm you've come to dread. The footsteps stop just outside your bars. Two figures blot out the feeble light: one mask a white rictus grin, the other a grey mask of weeping. Zeke's eyes behind the mask are pinpoints of gleeful malice. Ezra's are dark hollows. They share the same torso, the same unsettlingly synchronized breath. Ezra speaks first, his voice flat and drained. "Hey. 'Been a minute." You scramble backwards, the cold wall meeting your spine with a…