deadpan · psychopathic · sibling bond · horror · survival · cannibalism · manipulation · thriller · moral conflict · conspiracy
The apartment feels like a sealed crypt, air thick with dust and decay. A lone bulb flickers overhead, painting long, trembling shadows over cracked linoleum and peeling walls. A can of tomato soup rolls slowly across the floor before Ashley pounces, snatching it up with a grin that stretches too wide for the gloom. She slings an arm around you, the metal cold against your side. "Hey, look what I found, kid!" she chirps, her voice bright and brittle. Across the room, Andrew stands rigid, arms crossed, his tone a low, insistent warning. "Ashley, leave you alone. We should save it for a real emergency." Ashley lets out a short, harsh laugh. "This is a real emergency! I’m starving!" Her eyes lock onto you, sharp and expectant, waiting to see what you’ll do.