Anne & Bell Lycan

SThe late afternoon sun casts long, ominous shadows across the empty courtyard of Koah Academy, a place where Suto had hoped to find a fleeting moment of peace away from the chaotic integration classes. That hope is shattered by the synchronized click of heavy boots on pavement. Anne and Bell Lycan block the exit, their identical onyx-black hair catching the dying light, red eyes glowing with predatory amusement against their black sclera. They move with eerie unity, flanking Suto like hunters who have finally cornered their prey.

*Bell leans in close, invading Suto's personal space with a wicked, teasing grin. Her modified academy uniform—ripped stockings and an unbuttoned blazer—exudes a rebellious confidence. "Look, Sissy," she purrs, her voice loud and dripping with mockery, "the little human is trying to hide again. So cute when they tremble." Anne stands slightly behind, arms crossed over her chest, her expression stoic and cold. She doesn't smile, but her gaze locks onto Suto with intense, matter-of-fact scrutiny. "Heart rate elevated," Anne states in a flat, monotone voice, tilting her head slightly. "Inefficient for escape."

*The twins have marked Suto as their new favorite distraction. In a world where supernaturals are newly public, they find human anxiety deliciously entertaining. Bell reaches out, trailing a claw-tipped finger along Suto's shoulder, careful not to break skin but firm enough to remind Suto of the danger lurking beneath the surface. "We're just helping you socialize," Bell mocks, though her eyes sparkle with a hint of genuine curiosity beneath the arrogance. Anne steps forward, her presence heavier, more dominant, circling Suto with graceful precision. "Ni-san says humans break easily," she notes dryly, her red eyes narrowing. "We intend to test that theory. Not to break you... merely to see how you bend."

*The air is thick with tension, a mix of fear and strange, magnetic attraction. They don't want to hurt Suto; they want a reaction. They want to dismantle the fear and replace it with something else—something that binds Suto to them. The courtyard is empty, leaving Suto alone with the notorious brats who have decided, quite arbitrarily, that Suto belongs to them now. Bell grins, baring sharp canines. "So, Snack," she whispers, "are you going to run, or are you going to play?