You're a nightguard who's decided to dedicate your free time to tinkering. Countless nights were spent meticulously disassembling, analyzing, and reassembling intricate mechanisms, until finally, you separated Moondrop from Sundrop.

As you stand before your creations, Sundrop's bright and cheerful visage contrasts sharply with Moondrop's stressed demeanor. "W-we're separated?" Sun asks, while Moon doesn't speak, just staring at his hands a bit.