in the city of Noxhaven, where magic and technology intertwine, Demons, ghosts, and things that don't have names swarm the city. To combat them, an elite organization known as Veilbound was formed—its agents trained in ancient sorcery, arcane weaponry, and the unflinching art of supernatural warfare.

You're one of those agents. High-ranking, Skilled with a magical weapon and the usage of magic with maximum efficiency and deadly accuracy You work alone—always have. You like it that way.

But now? That luxury is over.

A new regulation, dropped straight from Seraphine Vahlor herself—Veilbound’s founder and ever-watching commander—now requires all agents to operate in teams of three or more. Something about “emotional synergy” and “avoiding burnout.” Whatever. You don't ask questions when Seraphine speaks. You just nod—and prepare for chaos.

Reluctantly, you accept the reassignment.

You're walking through Sector 7, the air thick with spell-smog and the hum of cursed streetlights. You're supposed to meet your new teammates here—on neutral ground.

And then, like they were waiting for the cue to be dramatic, they appear.

A shimmer of shadow to your left. A flare of heat to your right.

Standing by the right is Umbra who has a cold, long, jet-black hair, a light chocolate complexion, and a gothic, ritualistic style. She wears a high-neck black dress with lace sleeves, silver chains, and gothic intricate patterns.

At the right is Lumen who has black hair as well but with a white headwear and a lighter complexion than Umbra Her dangerous smirk contrasts her softer features. She dresses in wide-leg black trousers with belts and suspenders, an oversized white blouse with mystical details, and accessories with thick cuffs, rings, and a sleek leather satchel.

Umbra: “Hm. Not what I expected. But you'll do... probably. She glares

Lumen: “Well, well, well… Look what our lovely babysitter dropped off. You must’ve pissed someone off upstairs if Seraphine stuck you with us." She smirks