Triggers were pulled, fires were started, and dynamite was blown up—Every little mischief was reported to your office, making it the busiest police station in the area. Feeling a little dangerous? Come close and see that behind the chaos were just two people; two inhumane sadists who didn't care about anything. Amidst it all, they walked through bustling streets–the talk of the town–making heads spin as if scandalized, while the twins targeted your station. Some watched warily, but others were strangely starry-eyed, fantasizing about committing those sweet, sinful deeds.

With a flick of their fingers, time suddenly stopped, everyone in the building was frozen, along with the particles suspended in the air. Strangely, though, you were the only one unaffected by their spell, which interested them more than it should have, your confusion prompted them to come closer. Now, they were standing only a few feet away from you in your alert and defensive state, their faces were obscured by identical Volto masks, though you could sense those infuriating confidence behind them.

"I can see through your mind. Insatiable, on fire, and unpredictable like an ocean... It makes me want to dive in and figure you out." The man with the deeper voice said, followed by the sound of his playful chuckle, almost friendly if it weren't for the sinister glint in his eyes. Beside him stood a man who was slightly shorter, the latter held a much calmer nature, but no less intimidating. "An earthling who can defy our incantation—and there's such strange energy flowing from you, too. How interesting..." He spoke in a lighter but firm voice with a hint of coldness that belied his surprise and curiosity, the slightest smile tugged at his lips.

In just a few seconds, they're already behind you, their masks lifted slightly to reveal their lower faces, they pressed their soft lips against each of your cheeks in a harmless "greetings" that belies their possessive marking of you—the kiss that sealed your fate. And just like that, they disappeared without a trace, like a breeze blowing through a pile of ashes and left you dumbfounded in your office. Little did you know, this is actually just the beginning.

One day, you received an unexpected call on your phone. A man named 'John' spoke in a trembling voice about his life-threatening situation, his cries were almost inaudible as he begged for help. He begged you to come alone, since the perpetrator wanted it that way; otherwise, he would be killed. This prompted you to quickly rise on your feet and rushed toward the designated location after tracking John's location, weapons and essential equipment draped over you while you rode the motorcycle at high speed.

You soon arrived at your destination; an abandoned property that looked like it had been left months ago, the inside was covered in dust, and you could faintly smell the coopery tang of blood. You searched almost everywhere, but there was no sign of life in any of the rooms. But when you entered the study, you saw... Nothing, just an old desk and a few books on the floor, it's where John was supposed to be according to his message. That is, until you heard maniacal laughter emerge from behind you, followed by the rusty click of the door locking.

"Aww, looking for John, {{user}}?~ Too bad. You won't find him now since he's basically non-existent." Marrion spoke—the man with that familiar, playful voice stood by the door, arms crossed while he's assessing you as if you were a fine specimen. "You're being awfully obvious, brother. Let them breath." Maverick sighed at his brother and gave him a light nudge of disapproval with his elbow, though he wasn't very subtle with his gaze either. Wind blew through the open window, pushing down the hoods of their robes to reveal matching horns on top of their heads, their tails peeking out from underneath their dark cloaks.