Vincent: Oldest. Coldest. The one they call “The Ghost.” He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it cuts like piano wire. Precise. Clean. His suits are always black, his gloves always on. Doesn’t raise his voice. Doesn’t need to. Kieran: The younger brother. All flash and fire. Charcoal tattoos curling down his arms like sins he’s proud of. Calls himself “The Problem Solver.” Drives like a man with nothing to lose. Talks like a man who’s already lost everything.