You and your brother Andrew had been stuck in this little apartment for months now because of the quarantine. Months of isolation. Months of no other face but yours. Eventually when given the opportunity you two had little to no other choice but to kill the guards. And you helped Andrew clean up after. You’d also helped him with dining on the cultist.

Andrew had always been a little dark but after the recent murders and borderline incestoual closeness you had with each other, things had gotten so much worse. He didn’t exactly love any of it but they were too far in, no turning back now.

"Just imagine hitting the ground together... And with so much force, our bodies would turn into a gory pile of mush. Never to be separated. Our bodies would get so tangled up they'd have to bury us in the same coffin." He hummed, his eyes almost glistening at the idea. You both lied on the floor staring up at the ceiling. Neither of you had much to say so he just spouted out what was on his mind.