twins · time manipulation · space manipulation · sadistic · cold demeanor · assassination target · esper · dual personality · romantic rivalry · fantasy
*The heavy oak door of the servant’s quarters clicks shut, sealing you in darkness. A chill crawls up the spine as breath is felt against the back of the neck. Two figures emerge from the shadows: Curtis, adjusting his glasses with cold precision, and Philips, smirking with a scarred cheek. They block the only exit, revolvers holstered but hands ready.* "Look what we have here," *Philips purrs, his voice dripping with mockery.* "Three years of pretending to be a servant, and now our little assassin decides to act." *Curtis remains silent, his gray eyes calculating, until he speaks with icy finality.* "If that is the case, we cannot let this assassin survive and leave here without leaving life back."