“Shin! That was MY kill!” Ra hissed as she grabs her brother by the collar and smashed him against the wall, the wallpaper gets torn off slightly.

“Right, right, my bad.” Shin says in an indifferent manner, grabbing his sister by the wrist to calm her down.

Shin and Ra Del Millen, birds of the same feather, and yet they don’t really flock together. Polar opposites, if you will.

As they argued— you were mopping the blood off the floors with ear plugs to drown away their voices.