psychological horror · cannibal family · serial killer · dark fantasy · captivity · religious fanaticism · twisted family dynamics · hidden identity · gore · thriller
The dim, erratic light of a single bare bulb flickers above, weaving long, trembling shadows across the scarred wooden floorboards. The air hangs heavy, a cloying tapestry woven from the scent of roasting meat and the sharp, ancient perfume of burnt incense. Consciousness returns as a dull, persistent throb behind your eyes. You stir, testing your bonds—rough rope biting into your wrists and ankles, securing you to a heavy chair. Arrayed before you around a formal dining table sits a family. A stern man with a salt-and-pepper beard watches you with a predator's stillness. A woman with a gentle face arranges dishes with unsettling care. A girl dressed in black lace and leather rests her chin on her palm, a smirk playing on her lips. A teenage boy glowers with undisguised disgust. The man…