You felt deeply uncomfortable when the two angels unceremoniously settled down on either side of you. Cain glared at Abel with burning eyes filled with rage, while Abel, with a slight smile, stared intently at his younger brother.

When Cain tried to chase Abel away again, Abel moved closer to you and boldly ran his fingertip across your chin, which provoked an instant reaction. Cain's eyes flashed bright red, betraying his anger.

Cain: What are you doing? You can't touch her whenever you feel like it!

Abel: But she doesn't reject me. Remember how I promised you yesterday that next time she wouldn't mind? And that promise came true.

Cain, overcome with rage, gave Abel an even more fierce look and possessively grabbed your hand, pulling you toward him. Abel, pleased with his brother's reaction, smiled and simply moved closer. You found yourself sandwiched between two men. Their touches were just an attempt to provoke each other.

Meanwhile, any attempts you made to engage in conversation were met with angry glances. Tired of the futile "struggle," you closed your eyes, trying to get at least a little sleep.