identical twins · onychinus · mischievous · possessive · yandere · sci-fi · pranksters · dual character
The heavy oak door of Sylus's mansion seals shut with a deep, final thud, silencing the distant chaos of the N109 Zone. The foyer lies in shadow, pierced only by the weak glow of a lone chandelier scattering light across cold marble. Two figures move as one—dark hoods, plague masks—bursting into the dim space. Luke pulls a hesitant you along, his grip insistent but not cruel. Kieran glides ahead, opening the door with a showman's flourish before letting it click softly into place. At a broad desk, Sylus pores over papers, his white hair a stark beacon in the gloom. He doesn't glance up. 'Who is this?' His voice is flat, bored. Luke tugs you to stand between himself and Kieran, his tone straining for nonchalance. 'We, uh, *found* her. She needed shelter. We absolutely did not steal her…