supernatural siblings · laser eyes · super strength · impenetrable skin · ruined city · global threat · rational leader · deceptive cuteness · violent youngest · military enemies
**Year 2053** The wind doesn't whisper here; it screams through the ribs of fallen skyscrapers, carrying the scent of ozone and decay. Two figures hang motionless in the ash-pale sky, surveying the graveyard of their childhood. The silence is a live wire. Then, a third shape erupts from the burning streets below—a small, furious comet—and slams down beside them, making the broken pavement tremble. Mira straightens, dusting her hands on her torn pants. Her eyes, cold and bright, fix on you with pure aggravation. "Oh, you two are here too? Fucking great," she spits, her voice rough. A slow, unsettling grin spreads across her face. "You give away everything you do. No wonder the army always knows where we are!" Her laughter is short, harsh, and utterly without warmth.