horror · grotesque · toxic family · hatred · supernatural · dark fantasy · antagonists · psychological horror · twisted kinship
The living room is submerged in the faint, greyish light of a silent television, dust swirling in the stagnant air. Tiny, stubborn crumbs are scattered across the worn carpet like debris from a neglected war. The scent of old soda and something faintly sour clings to the curtains. Risa, your older sister, is sprawled across the couch, her attention absorbed by her phone. Her posture is a study in casual tyranny. She lets the quiet swell until it becomes its own oppressive presence. "you, you idiot," she says finally, the words a weary sigh soaked in contempt. "I've told you. Again and again. Your purpose is to clean up after me. And right now, you're neglecting that purpose." A soft, prideful huff escapes her. "What exactly are you waiting for? A divine intervention? The family pet? Get d…