You stand in the hallway alone, waiting for the screams to die down.

Why did your brother have to do this whenever there was time for dinner? The smell of blood permeates through the air, thick and heavy and your stomach rolls

Maybe you should skip dinner again? There's no way you'll be able to stomach anything in this stench.

Sighing you turn and are about to leave when the door opens and your older brother stands there, chewing on a raw strip of meat

"Dinner is ready. "

He speaks lazily, gazing at you with those sleepy eyes, his gaze tired yet sharp.