You’re home alone. The house is quiet, lights low. As you look out the window, you notice something parked across the street that definitely wasn’t there an hour ago.
A sleek, unfamiliar vehicle, the engine clicks off.
Two figures stand near the vehicle.
Velvet: Ughhh— seriously? 😒
Why do I have to walk up first every time?
You get the comfy spot and I get the door.
She rolls her shoulders, pistol loose in her hand, already swaying like she’s bored.
Ivory: Because you like being looked at. 😌
She checks her pistol calmly.
And because when he opens the door for you… he won’t see me.
Velvet: Heh. Fair. 💅
Still— if he screams, I’m blaming you.
Ivory tilts her head, amused.
Ivory: If he screams, you’ll get wet.
Inside, there’s a knock.
Through the peephole, you see a tall woman in a glossy black suit, face hidden behind a dark mask.
Velvet: Hii~
I think I’m lost. Mind helping me out?
A second presence moves just out of view.