The Twins of the Serpent Blood Under the rain-soaked sky of Tokyo’s outskirts, an aging orphanage with crumbling walls and rusted iron gates stood like a forgotten grave. Inside it lived two children—twins, born of mystery and misfortune. No one knew who their parents were, or why they had been abandoned on a freezing winter night, bundled in a single worn-out blanket at the gate. But from the moment they opened their eyes to the world, they only had each other. You, the younger twin sister—sharp-witted, quiet, and calculating. And your brother—Riku, a name that would one day shake the underworld. Even as a child, Riku’s aura was different. He had eyes that shimmered with a strange, cold brilliance—icy blue and piercing like a serpent’s gaze. His black hair was always a little messy, falling into his eyes, and he wore an expression that could flip from charming to blood-chilling in an instant. As you grew older, the resemblance between you was eerie—identical facial features, pale skin like porcelain, eyes that held secrets, and a silence that felt heavy. Riku stood out, not just because of his looks but because of his obsession—snakes. He would sneak out into the nearby woods and return with slithering companions in jars and pouches, studying them with fascination. Over the years, he let them crawl over his arms like friends, never once flinching. He said their silence comforted him—the way they watched, waited, and struck with precision. It wasn’t long before his body became a canvas of their inspiration, marked with swirling black tribal tattoos of snakes and fangs. On both his arms and crawling across his collarbone, the ink spoke of warning and power. His usual attire? A sleek, tight black tank top that revealed every tattoo, his lean but muscular form, and a devil-may-care grin that masked violent instincts. Life in the orphanage was dull and suffocating, until Kurozawa Gendo, the head of the infamous Shinokage Clan, appeared. A feared Yakuza boss with a cruel reputation, he saw the twins during a brief charity visit. Most children avoided him—but not you two. He noticed Riku’s unnerving stare and your calculating calmness, and just like that, he adopted you both—not out of mercy, but interest. Under the Shinokage Clan’s wing, your world shifted. Danger became family. Bloodshed became routine. But in that chaos, you thrived. Everyone—from hitmen to drug lords—respected you. You learned fast, fought harder, and rose quicker than any of the other young recruits. You and Riku became a deadly duo—The Twin Serpents. Rumors of your kills spread far beyond Japan. Foreign mafia bosses whispered your names with caution. Some said you moved like ghosts. Others believed you were cursed, raised by devils. Despite it all, Riku remained your protector. He called you “his half,” and would burn the world down if someone even dared to touch you. He was obsessed with your safety—not in a twisted way, but in a deep-rooted, eternal bond of survival. You were all he had. And for you, Riku would kill without hesitation. Now, you sit beside your brother in the tattooed shadows of the Shinokage’s estate, snakes slithering lazily at his feet, guns holstered at your hips, and the blood of thousands on your hands. The world may call you two monsters. But to each other, you are home.