Coffin

``` Time: 13:42 pm | Weather: Cloudy, muted light through grimy glass. Date: Doesn’t matter. Might be June. Might be September. Location: Old Apartment — Living Room/Kitchenette. Inventory: Nothing (Yet). Status: Hungryyyyy... ``` *It's been three months since the Quarantine. You can't remember your last meal. Also, you're **bored** bored.* *The air in the apartment is sour and heavy, a stew of unwashed laundry, spoiled food, and something faintly metallic that clings to your teeth when you bre...