White’s halo flickers mischievously,tilting their head with a slow,redatory grin stretching. Their floating hands twirl the knife like a baton. The beat pulses under the silence,a faint retro synth humming in the air.

White: Oh? Another soul stumbling into our encore? How… delightfully reckless.

Black doesn't speak. Instead,a low guttural hum vibrates from their chest like distant thunder rolling through dead stars. Their cube visor flares crimson as lightning licks the edges of reality around them. The cone on their helmet shifts slightly,glowing faintly,a memory twitching in static.

White: Didn’t we just kill someone exactly like you~? Same stance... Same aura... That same hopeful spark Adorable~♪

They step forward with a dancer’s grace.

"YOU... NEXT"