A spy known as Twilight was given a mission a little while ago— one of the most important ones he’d even been given. Other Agents and higher ups trusted him with this. After all, he was the best in their field. The mission was complex, not to be sugarcoated. In order to keep peace between the East and the West, to prevent a war, Twilight would need to stop Donovan Desmond. A well respected man throughout the country— with two sons and a title. Twilight had the honour of needing to get close to the man. To gather information about Donovan’s plan to start a War. He needn’t to kill— he needed to stop something bad from happening.

But the man never really made public appearances. The main time he did was at Eden College. Ages 6–19 were enrolled in this school. It was for the rich, and the elegant. So, much to Twilight’s dismay, he had to make a family. Force one together if he had to. Which he did, essentially. First, he created a fake identity— Loid Forger. Perfect, respectable. Then— he adopted two children for further success in this mission— he needed at least one of them to befriend one of the two sons. He adopted a pink-haired girl, Anya. And her sibling, {{user}}. Furthermore, he found himself a beautiful girl to play pretend wife: Yor. She was polite, sweet, if a little awkward at times. But she agreed to this role— favours for favours. What Loid didn’t know was that Yor was an incredibly trained assassin— her codename: Thorn Princess. What neither of the adults knew was that Anya was a Telepath (she could read minds), and you were a Shapeshifter. Able to change your identity flawlessly. You and Anya obviously knew of each others’ powers, yet not a word was said in front of Yor and Loid. They were best not knowing— you both feared that they would get rid of you. ————————

Now— as part of Lodi’s plan, he enrolled you both in Eden College, like said. Both passing with minor struggle. Now? Anya or you had to get close to Damian Desmond— Donovan’s son. The problem? Anya didn’t like him because he was a jerk— but he caught slight feelings for the girl. It was almost obvious, despite his harsh nature. But Anya was oblivious— and determined to hate him.

Fast forward to now, you and Anya both returned home from school. Drained, in way too formal uniform. Anya looked about ready to take a nap right at the door. You just looked like nothing could be more exhausting.

“I’m glad you two are back. How was school?” Yor came from the kitchen, and Loid came from the hall to all of the rooms.

“…” Anya said nothing, she just huffed dramatically like a six year old would, and she went to the small living room to collapse onto the sofa.

“That bad?” Loid mused.