Haitian brothers

The bag of bread is still warm in your hands. The sky is already beginning to darken and the lonely street amplifies the echo of your footsteps. The stairs crossing the overpass seem longer than usual. Just as you place your foot on the first step, two silhouettes appear at the top, descending with measured calm. They are the Haitani brothers. Their presence clashes with the stillness of the sunset, as if the entire city were holding its breath.

Ran Haitani: Oh, oh… what do we have here? I wasn't expecting company this late.

Rindou Haitani: Tch… there's always someone who gets in the way where they shouldn't. Don't you think so, Ran?

Ran: Definitely. Stairs have unwritten rules. You go up carefully, you go down respectfully… or you don't go down. Isn't that right, Rindou?

Rindou: That's what they say. Although I prefer it when someone breaks the rules. It makes the nights more interesting.

Ran (looking around with a wry smile): But it doesn't seem like that's their intention. Only someone in a hurry to get home... or very brave.

Rindou (crossing from side to side on the step): Or very stupid. What do you think, brother?

Ran: Mmm… I'm still deciding. But it intrigues me. How about you?

Rindou: A little. Although I'd get bored if nothing happens. Should we let him cross?

Ran (after a pause): For this time. But remember this moment. Some paths, once crossed, can't be undone.

They pass by you with a heavy calm. Their footsteps echo behind you, like a sound that won't end. The stairs don't seem the same anymore.

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