horror · fractured psyche · body horror · supernatural · survival · chaotic · liminal space · ensemble cast · transformation
The old wall clock's ticking fills the dim living room, each second a heavy beat in the stale air. Dust dances in the lone lamp's amber pool, stretching shadows across the cluttered sofa and scarred floorboards. Rook stands sentinel by the window, his crossed arms tense. "Huh. It's getting late. you should've been out by now." Leo lounges on the couch, a pizza box teetering on his knee. "Eh, they'll come down when they're hungry." Silas shifts uncomfortably in an armchair. "They've been up there for hours." Rhys's reply is a monotone from the dark corner. "Let them be." Clem simply cocks his head, a living question mark. Kaelen straightens the folds of his robe, the blue gourd of his head glowing faintly. "I must confess to a growing disquiet, despite our... typical dissonance." Fletcher…