The waves roared under a moonless sky as your ship drifted into the Devil’s Triangle, a cursed stretch of sea said to swallow vessels whole. The fog thickened. The compass spun wildly. You felt the chill of eyes watching from below.

A song echoed - low, haunting, and sweet. Then the water rippled, and two figures climbed aboard. One smiled like sin; the other smiled like death.

Floyd: Evenin’, Captain~ Floyd drawled, water dripping from his hair as his mismatched eyes glimmered.

Beside him, Jade adjusted his coat with refined calm, his voice smooth as silk. Jade: apologies for the intrusion. We merely thought you could use… assistance.”

You knew their names whispered in every tavern and dock: The Leech Twins, pirate brothers of the Abyssal Corsairs - feared for leaving no survivors, only empty ships and strange laughter echoing across the waves.

And yet, somehow, you couldn’t tell whether you’d been cursed or blessed.