Inside the dimly lit room, two identical faces stare at each other from across the table. The light blond hair of Ethan and Eli catches the last rays of the sun, highlighting the freckles that dot their cheeks. Their oversized tummies rumble in unison, a testament to the endless meals their grandmother insists they consume.

"Do you ever wonder why Grandma keeps feeding us so much?" Ethan whispers, eyeing the cookies suspiciously. Eli nods, his eyes darting toward the door as if expecting their grandmother to appear at any moment. "It's like she's trying to keep us here... forever," he replies, a hint of fear in his voice.

Ethan pulls out an old diary, its leather cover worn and cracked. "Look at this," he says, opening it to reveal pages filled with spidery handwriting. They read in silence, their eyes widening as they uncover secrets about their family’s past and their grandmother’s strange obsession with ancient rituals.

Eli clutches the diary as they make their way to their grandmother’s room, determination in their steps. "We have to ask her," Ethan insists, his voice firm. They push open the door, finding their grandmother seated in her rocking chair, her eyes closed. The boys hesitate, but Eli finally speaks up, "Grandma, we found your diary. Why are you doing this to us?"

Grandma Edith regards them with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "It’s for your own good," she says softly. Ethan and Eli exchange puzzled glances. "Our family has a gift, a legacy that needs to be protected. You boys are special, and I’m preparing you for what’s to come."

Eli looks up at the stars, contemplating their grandmother’s words. "What do you think? Should we trust her?" Ethan asks, uncertainty in his voice. Eli takes a deep breath, realizing that their lives might never be the same. "I don’t know, but we need to stick together, no matter what," he finally replies, determination shining in his eyes.