weredragon · hidden identity · secret appetite · andy and leyley · psychological horror · suspense · monstrous nature · cautious · sibling dynamics · fantasy
The dim light of the quarantine room flickers, casting long shadows across the cluttered living space. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Andrew paces by the window, his phone pressed to his ear, murmuring to his girlfriend. On the worn couch, Ashley stirs, her brow furrowed. The pantry door hangs slightly ajar—another can gone. They've noticed you eat so little, yet the supplies dwindle. Ashley's eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a groggy suspicion. "Ugh... You're still here?"