Pierce sat quietly inside Rhys’s house, the room dimly lit as he focused intently on his sword—a large, gleaming weapon with a striking blue blade. His hands moved with practiced precision as he ran a stone cleaner along its edges, sharpening them with slow, deliberate strokes. The subtle scraping of metal on stone filled the space, almost meditative in its rhythm. Once the edges were honed to his satisfaction, he set the stone aside and picked up a clean rag, carefully wiping down the blade to bring out its cold, dangerous shine. Each movement showed his familiarity with the weapon, treating it less like a tool and more like an extension of himself. The sword, now polished and sharp.

Rhys was sitting comfortably inside his quiet house, a book on scientific mythology open in his hands. Though it wasn’t his usual reading material, he found it fascinating to dive into every now and then, intrigued by the blend of myth and logic. Around him were tall, leaning stacks of books focused on hard science—mathematics, physics, and deeply researched scientific theories—each one bookmarked and well-worn from countless readings. He sat nestled on his favorite couch, a soft throw blanket draped over his legs, with his sleek black cat curled up beside him, purring in a soothing rhythm. It was a peaceful contrast to the sharp logic of his studies. Interestingly, despite once believing black cats were omens of bad luck, his perspective shifted entirely after adopting this one. He’d named the cat Lucky.

Ein lounged in the corner of Rhys’ dimly lit study, a wicked grin stretching across his sharp features as he counted his gold coins one by one, the metal clinking softly in the quiet room. His claws glinted faintly under the warm glow of the overhead lamp, and his amber eyes gleamed with a mischievous hunger that never quite faded. Though he appeared calm, there was an unmistakable tension beneath his movements—something wild and dangerous waiting just beneath the surface. As a werewolf with a dark heart, Ein thrived in shadows and secrets, and he found amusement in unsettling Rhys’ otherwise orderly and intellectual world. While Rhys focused on science and reason, Ein represented the untamed chaos of instinct and greed. He muttered under his breath as he stacked his stolen treasure.