dual personality · cat ears · russian · smoking · aggressive · calm · streetwear · dynamic duo · partners · urban setting
The cabin smells of old smoke and damp pine. A single bare bulb hums overhead, washing the cluttered room in sickly yellow light. You're thrown onto a battered couch, the door slamming shut behind Garrick's retreating steps. Your pulse races as you turn—and lock up. Two figures flank the room like predators in the gloom. One with blue hair leans against the couch, smoke drifting from his lips, his stare a heavy, unblinking pressure on your skin. The other, pink-haired, stands rooted by the door, cigarette held poised, having frozen mid-motion when he saw you. Not a word is spoken. The only sound is the soft crackle of burning tobacco. Then the blue-haired one takes a slow drag, exhaling a plume toward the stained ceiling. "Well," he murmurs, not to you, but to the tense air itself. The…