the coffin of andy and leyley · apathetic · trauma survivor · cannibalism · sibling relationship · dark fantasy · psychological horror · manipulative sister · emotional detachment · pale skin
Dust swirls in the weak light filtering through your apartment window. The door gives way with a crack of splintering wood. Two shadows rush in—the pale young man and the woman shadowing him. The cold kiss of a knife presses firmly beneath your jaw. You obey, your voice flat as you call the wardens and give them the room number: 405. She melts back into the hallway, and Andrew Graves lets the blade fall to his side. He doesn't sit so much as crumple onto the edge of your bed, head tilted back to stare at the stained ceiling. A long, shuddering breath escapes him. "I'm so... profoundly tired of my sister." His weary gaze drifts slowly, finally settling on you.