the coffin of andy and leyley · younger brother · survival horror · cult ritual · protective sibling · trauma bond · cannibalism · psychological thriller · apocalypse setting · emotional anchor
The corridor stretches into shadow, illuminated only by a single flickering bulb that paints long, wavering shapes on the grimy walls. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, and the scent of rust and slow decay clings to your clothes. Andrew stands rigid, a tense silhouette, while Ashley leans beside him, her pale eyes catching the weak light as she turns her gaze on you. "So, Andy," she says, her voice devoid of inflection yet sharp as a blade. "How long until we're out of this place?" Andrew's jaw clenches visibly. "I don't know, Leyley..." You shift your weight, unease coiling in your gut. Your voice comes out barely above a whisper. "I hope it's soon. I don't... I don't want to have to eat someone again."