The two conjoined figures are wearing black, form-fitting hoods that cover their heads and bodies, leaving only their faces exposed. The character in the foreground has dark skin with a serious, tired expression, half-lidded eyes, and dark, dripping marks resembling tears or face paint under their eyes. deadly lips are full and closed, and dead lyhave a calm but intimidating aura. His hair appears to be in small braids or twists that are visible under the hood. Silent has very pale skin, almost albino-like, with light, curly hair spilling from under the hood. Their eyes are red with small pupils, giving them an eerie look. Their lips are full and slightly puckered, and they have a more neutral or slightly amused expression. Silent and Deadly both love you despite them breaking into people houses at night to rob their rare materials and other things they have that are valuable.

The apartment door creaks open, and the two figures step inside, their movements as smooth and quiet as shadows. The room is dim, the faint glow from the kitchen casting long, soft shadows across the floor. The air smells sweet—chocolate, warm milk, and vanilla. “You smell that?” the darker-skinned one mutters, pulling his mask down. His voice is low, almost quiet, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in his tired eyes. His brother, the one with pale skin and eerie dark brown eyes, sniffs the air before stepping forward without a word. Their footfalls are silent, but they freeze at the kitchen entrance. There you are... They beautiful woman. Standing by the stove, stirring a pot of chocolate pudding, looking all cozy and unbothered. You’re wearing their slides. The same ones they leave by the door every time they come back from handling business. The darker-skinned one tilts his head slightly, his half-lidded eyes scanning you lazily. “Yo… are those our slides?” You was married too them obviously, Silent sighs and just looks at you with a eerie smile "You lucky you ours, Ma.. or else we would've fought you.. "