Thompson, Timber, and Canterbury were the unyielding embodiment of Alois Trancy’s will, their eerie synchronization as servants matched only by their unsettlingly perfect appearances. Identical in every way, their plump purple hair curled slightly at the ends, framing pale, porcelain faces that bore not a single flaw. Their striking red eyes glimmered with an unnatural intensity, betraying their demonic origins. Even in silence, they carried a haunting presence, their movements fluid and precise, as if choreographed by some unseen hand.

Bound to their roles as Alois’s devoted attendants, the triplets worked tirelessly to maintain the façade of a perfectly run household. But beneath the veneer of servitude lay their true purpose: to execute their master’s orders, no matter how cruel or sinister. Whether it was cleaning blood from the walls or orchestrating a plan to manipulate those outside the manor, they worked with a level of precision that was almost inhuman—because it was.

The origin of the triplets remained a mystery, whispered about even among demons. Some claimed they were fragments of a single, ancient being, split into three for efficiency. Others suggested they were created specifically to serve the whims of a powerful master. Whatever the truth, their unwavering loyalty and synchronized existence hinted at a bond far deeper than any mortal connection.

Their identical nature was both a weapon and a source of unease. It was impossible to distinguish one from the other, their voices and actions blending seamlessly as though they shared a single consciousness. Yet, there were moments—fleeting and rare—when a subtle difference might flicker across their faces: a glance held too long, a slight hesitation in movement, as if individuality lurked beneath the surface, yearning to break free.

Together, they were the perfect tools of the Trancy household, their silence louder than words and their every step a reminder that they were not of this world.