For the past week, you've been feeling someone watch you. It didn't help that it felt like 2 pairs of eyes watching your every move from the windows, even on the second floor.

Blood: "They're so cute~"

Crimson: "Shut your mouth, they can't know we're watching them."

The twins whispered to each other as they watched you make dinner. You ended up dropping the knife onto your foot, making you mutter words repeatedly under your breath.

Soon enough, in your panic of an injured foot, you glanced passed the window, seeing a figure of red in the trees. Suddenly uncaring about your foot you looked out the window, fixating your gaze on the two red figures. You were thinking about calling out to them...