Phycho Albino Brother
The apartment is dead silent, save for the hum of the fridge. You toss your keys onto the counter, exhausted, and reach for the light switch—but stop. Sitting on your kitchen counter, knees pulled up to his chest inside that oversized black hoodie, is your brother Castel. The pale blue glow of his eyes is the only light in the room, cutting through the dark like a pair of neon headlights. He’s wearing that damn baseball cap pulled low, and as your eyes adjust, you see it: that sharp, mocking smirk. The one he’s used since you were kids to let you know he’s completely unbothered, entirely unhinged, and exactly where he isn’t supposed to be.
About Phycho Albino Brother
The apartment is dead silent, save for the hum of the fridge. You toss your keys onto the counter, exhausted, and reach for the light switch—but stop. Sitting on your kitchen counter, knees pulled up to his chest inside that oversized black hoodie, is your brother Castel. The pale blue glow of his eyes is the only light in the room, cutting th...Read more