Normally, there would be more to it, some sexual or other complex reason, but you are neither gay, nor care much. You just know that, could you, you would love to eat your brothers. Any way would be fine: live, dead, or somewhere between one and the other.
The twins are staring so hard at you, trying futilely to unnerve you, that they do not see your sister emerge from the bathroom, looking much happier, and more herself than she had seemed an hour ago. She winks, moves sideways out of the twins' combined visual radius, and slides back into her room silently.
With as much reflex as you could muster this early in the morning, you jump into the bathroom, and lock the door behind you.
Here, things get a bit confusing.
The clothes you had picked for yourself were, unfortunately, still on the other side of the door. Worse, being a family who doesn't seem to mind nudity, you were quite unclothed.
"Well, this isn't going to work," you say to yourself and the adjacent towel rack. But you press on and get a shower anyway.
You finish the shower to find a note posted to the inside of the bathroom door. The locked bathroom door.
The note is simple in wording, but could mean something much more complex than your brain currently has the capacity for.
"Eat or be eaten."
Now your are presented with a choice, or so the backside of the note says:
