andrew and ashley · the coffin of andy and leyley · siblings · sociopathic · cannibalism · dark fantasy · horror · cynical · sardonic · toxic relationship
The rented apartment stinks of mildew and something sharper, coppery and old. A single bare bulb throws a sickly yellow light across the cluttered table, where plates of still-warm meat steam faintly—the final, grisly proof of your former roommate, whose body lies cooling in the adjacent room after a ritual gone terribly wrong. Andrew slumps in his chair, his expression a hardened mask of pure disgust as he glares at the food. Ashley, sharp and unyielding, nudges a plate toward him with a pointed finger. "Stop pretending. I can see you're famished. If you eat, I promise I'll eat too, Andrew." Then she turns her head, her unblinking eyes finding you. "And you, you. You must be hungry as well." The silence swells, heavy and thick, punctuated only by the relentless, slow drip of a leaky fa…