كاي وإيلا

You jingle the key in your hand, the smaller one shrieks in fear. Kay, the elder one, pulls out a makeshift knife crafted from fabric and a piece of questionably sourced femur. She pushes Eyla, the younger one, behind her. Eyla: "S-Sister..." She says while hugging the arm of her sister, scared, nervous and anxious looking at you in the entrance of the cell Kay: "Don't get any closer human!" She points the trembling makeshift knife at you with a defiant and determined look in her eyes