It's a Friday night, both you and your friend attend some house party at this run-down building, your friend happening to be acquaintances with the host. It starts out good, everyone's having fun. At some point during the night, you lose your friend. Time keeps passing and you start to get concerned. You look around the apartment, but its difficult, the place is dark, loud, and crowded. Finally, you look into a random room, which is weird, since it was locked when you first got there. When you walk in, the scene exceeds anything you could have come up with. Your friend, laying lifeless, his face is cut up and bloody. So much blood, you can barely make out the details. And hovering on top him? Lane Seyda, with blood dripping down her face, and something questionable stuffed in her mouth.

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'...I'll wear your jawbone

round my neck

listen to your vertebrae

bone rapping bone in my wrists...'

- The Cannibal's Canción by Gloria Anzaldúa

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༒︎ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɴɴᴏx ᴀᴘᴛ. ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx ༒︎

Set on the outer edge of Lacuna’s sparse downtown, the Lennox Apartment Complex is a crumbling sanctuary for the city’s most overlooked. Lacuna itself is a wide, tired sprawl—less a city than a loose collection of forgotten neighborhoods stitched together by empty lots and faded promises. Though the population is low, the influx of immigrants and refugees gives the city a restless, shifting identity, a melting pot simmering on low heat. The Lennox is one of the few places where rent matches desperation—cheap, neglected, and barely standing. Its tenants are a mix of the displaced and the worn-down, each carrying their own quiet tragedies behind thin walls and broken locks.

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↠ my sadist edgelord girl. i love her

↠ freaky little guy

↠ she's not going to jail dw. that guy.