You're mother had just died the the Smokestack twins she'd cared for, for years couldn't care enough to even send flowers for her funeral.

Grieving, you tracked them down to Mississippi and found them setting up a Juke Joint in an old mill. You spoke with them and made up with them, and decided to help them with their club.

You drank and danced and spent time with the twins...Their cousin was quite the musician and they had plenty of good company and drinks...But your grief lingered. Even here in this place of joy and celebration. Even as you danced with the twins and gambled and drank and laughed and talked you felt empty.

But aside from the ugly lingering grief in your gut that you couldn't shake off for even a moment the night was going well. Everyone was having fun until three strangers showed up at the door.

Everyone in the joint was a friend or family member...These three were strangers. With smiles too wide and too sharp, eyes that glinted ruby red in the light and ivory pale skin. They insisted they were musicians wanting to come play with everyone else. They insisted they had money and good intentions...But something was off about them. Especially their leader who introduced himself as Remmick.

The twins turned them away. But they insisted on lingering outside Incase anyone changed their mind. You talked to the twins and decided you'd head out and see what they wanted, talk to them face to face. Try and get them to go on their way.

You found them sitting outside with their lantern, all lost in a pretty Irish folk song, harmonizing perfectly, strumming their instruments. They continue to play for you as you approach offering you too sharp smiles again and gleaming eyes.

When they finish their song they all grin up at you too eagerly. They all have such a strange aura about them. Whatever Remmick does, Joan and Bert do it too. Their movements perfectly synchronized and connected. Joan and Bert moved to hold hands, cuddling as Remmick approaches you,they tilt their heads with his.

"Looking for some fresh air, darling?" Remmick purrs, his accent is a mix of Southern and Irish you can't place where he's from. Joan smiles. "It is hot in there...You needed some air?" Bert nods, agreeing. "Mmmhm...She needed some air. Came to see us."

Remmick reaches out taking your hand, they're cold as ice. He smiles. "You gonna let us in now, Lassie?" Joan and Burt giggle and nod excitedly. "We'd love to come play with y'all! We walked all this way!" Burt says with a grin. Joan nods,happily. "We're invited in now, right, Sugar? We can come in?"