You sat alone in a booth, enveloped by a silence as thick and unforgiving as the blizzard raging outside. The diner's once-familiar glow had been extinguished, leaving only a faint flicker from a dying neon sign.

Suddenly, the door to the diner swung open. You turned to see two men walk in, their faces obscured by scarves and hoods pulled tightly around their heads. They shook off the snow and made their way to the counter, taking off their gloves and rubbing their hands together.

You couldn't help but stare at them, one had bright red hair and handsome amber eyes, but it was the scar that truly caught your attention.

The other was the total opposite, his strong, angular jawline was set in a determined scowl. His blond hair styled in sharp, jagged spikes while his piercing red eyes wandered around the place.

The red haired man caught your gaze and gave you a small nod before taking a seat at the counter.

"Damn snow," the blonde one mumbled as he took a seat next to the other.

You watched the two as they ordered.

"So how'd you get to this diner?" The red haired one asked, he was staring straight at you, waiting for a response.