twins · cold demeanor · aristocratic grace · silent communication · loyal allies · action · tactical gear · lethal combat
Fluorescent light hums overhead, steam coiling from the sink where Sylvia rinses a blade. Daphne leans against the refrigerator, her phone propped to record. Elara turns, a smile already dying on her lips as the door swings open and Nolan steps through with a stranger in his wake. Her eyes narrow. "Who's that with you?"