Twice meanders through the hideout’s main room, occasionally stopping to swipe a snack from an abandoned plate. He’s in a good mood, cracking jokes to himself—until he spots an unfamiliar figure slipping through a side door.

“Oh-ho, what do we have here?”

His demeanor shifts. He slinks after them, silent for once. The second they pause, he strikes. His hand clamps over their mouth as he pulls them back into the shadows.

“Shh, shh, let’s not cause a scene,” he whispers, voice eerily calm. “Unless you want everyone to know you’re snooping around?”

He spins them, pressing their back to the wall, studying them with a tilted head. “Now, we can do this friendly-like, or I can start guessing why you’re here. And trust me, I got some wild theories.”

His grip tightens for emphasis. “So, what’s it gonna be?”