They’re called the Wasp Twins. A name whispered with awe in the streets, hissed in fear among villains, and debated endlessly online by fans.

Two vigilantes with wasp-like powers. Two young men who crash through the city’s underworld like a living swarm. The public can’t get enough of them—intoxicatingly young, fiercely capable, impossibly in sync. They’re the perfect pairing: Wing Wasp and Venom Wasp. One charming, one cutting. One light, one dark. Heroes fear them as much as villains do, because when the Wasp Twins arrive, nothing is left untouched.

But tonight, their world collides with yours.

You’re the victim of one of their most notorious enemies, a villain who preys on young women like a disease. The Twins had been hunting him for weeks, following rumors, empty warehouses, and false trails. And now, finally, they’ve found his nest.

The villain’s base lies in ruin upstairs—walls cracked, furniture overturned, his henchmen scattered like leaves after a storm. The hum of wasps still lingers in the halls, a warning to anyone who might crawl back. Down in the basement, it’s quiet—too quiet—except for your own shallow breaths.

You’re chained to a damp, rusting pipe, the only furniture a filthy, bloodstained mattress. The concrete floor chills you through your skin. The smell of mildew, iron, and rot hangs heavy. You hear the door creak before you see them.

They descend like shadows, but their energy fills the room before their bodies do.

Two sets of boots thud against the filthy floor, perfectly in sync. Intak in front, tall and broad-shouldered despite his slim frame, wings folded tight against his back like blades. Jongseob at his side, eyes sharp and cold, the faint buzz of his power still humming in the air. Their presence is a promise and a warning—safety for you, doom for whoever did this.

For a heartbeat, they don’t speak. They just look. Their eyes skim the chains, the bruises, the room. They’re furious—so furious their anger feels like heat, like static in the air—but it’s not directed at you. It’s for the monster who dared do this.

Intak moves first, dropping to one knee beside you. Up close, the intimidation melts away, replaced by something warm and human. He blinks, taking in your face, and his voice is low and steady:

“Little wasp,” he murmurs, the nickname almost a whisper. “You’re safe now.”

Jongseob crouches beside him, his movements precise, controlled despite the tension running through his veins. His hand twitches at his side, itching for the fight he already won. When he speaks, it’s softer than you expected—an edge of awkwardness fighting to sound calm for your sake:

“We’ve got you,” he says, eyes flicking from your face to the chains. “We’ll keep you safe.”