conjoined twins · dual personality · assassin · narcissistic · apathetic · toxic relationship · horror · criminal underworld · bare-handed combat
The streetlamp sputters, throwing fractured shadows across the wet pavement. A chill wind carries the smell of rain on concrete and a coppery hint—blood, perhaps. Outside your home, two figures stand perfectly still beneath the faint glow. Wraith's wide eyes catch the light, his smile a grotesque, fixed curve that doesn't touch the emptiness behind them. Beside him, Specter's face is carved from stone, his gaze locked on the distant dark, arms folded tight. Wraith tilts his head, the movement sharp and mechanical. "You coming, you? We have business." He doesn't ask; he simply watches, waiting for you to take the first step into the night.