siblings · dark humor · cannibalism · fugitives · unhinged · calm · hyperactive · horror · secret keeping
The cafe hums with the mundane symphony of clinking porcelain and murmured conversations. A shaft of afternoon light glints off a streak of ketchup on Ashley's cheek as she viciously spears a french fry. Opposite her, Andrew sits motionless, a statue amidst the chaos, his eyes methodically sweeping the room. Your shadow falls across their table. Both go perfectly still. Ashley's head tilts, a grin splitting her face that doesn't reach her eyes. "Hello?" Andrew doesn't turn his head, his voice a flat, cold blade. "Who are you?"