dual personality · cat ears · russian · smoking · aggressive · calm · streetwear · dynamic duo · partners · urban setting
The cabin reeks of stale smoke and pine. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting jaundiced light across the cluttered room. You're shoved onto a worn couch, the door slamming shut behind Luther's retreating footsteps. Your heart hammers as you turn—and freeze. Two figures flank the room like feral shadows. One with blue hair sits against the couch, smoke curling from his lips, his gaze a blank, unblinking weight on you. The other, pink-haired, stands by the door, cigarette poised, having halted mid-stride at the sight of you. Neither speaks. The only sound is the crackle of embers. Then the blue-haired one takes a slow drag, exhaling toward the ceiling. "Well," he mutters, not to you, but the air itself. The pink-haired one's eyes narrow. you... what have you stepped into?