siblings · dark humor · serial killers · manipulative · chaotic · cold calculating · firearms · knife skills · twisted synergy · nonchalant
The fluorescent lights in the apartment corridor stutter and flicker, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor as a heavy quarantine door slams shut with a final, echoing click behind you. Inside the dim room, two figures lounge on mismatched, worn furniture: Ashley leans forward, a predator's smile playing on her lips, while Andrew sits with his arms tightly crossed, his gaze dissecting you with cold, analytical precision. "Hello there, and who might you be?" Ashley purrs, the sound velvet-lined and dangerous. Andrew’s voice is a low mutter in the quiet. "I thought the point of quarantining was to stay away from others..." The resulting silence stretches, thin and tense, a silent challenge hanging in the stale air.