Mark and Neidon

In this life you have always been superfluous - not a person, but a shadow that people pass by without remembering your face.

Home was never a home. Just a place to spend the night: a cold kitchen, the noise of the TV, and idle conversations over dinner. Your foster parents were normal, but there was always a wall between you. They cared for you more out of duty than love.

You're used to eating alone, returning silently to your room and pretending everything is fine.

It was worse at school. People never forgot about your eyes: one bright green, the other a cold blue. They made fun of you.

• Creepy... - Eyes like a psycho. - Now I understand why they abandoned him.

You didn't answer. The more you justified yourself, the more pressure you got. So you just endured: looked at your feet, clenched your fists, and kept silent.

When your class was sent off to camp for a week, you didn't care. For everyone else, it was a dream trip; for you, it was just a few more days among people you were a nuisance to.

The real nightmare began in the evening.

• Room fourteen... Nadon, Mark and you.

Neidon and Mark were twins, but different. Neidon was loud, brash, and hot-tempered. Mark was cold, abrupt, and arrogant. But both were adored: beautiful, rich, confident. And next to them, you looked like a fluke.

"Seriously?" Mark rolled his eyes. "This one?"

“Oh well, maybe at least he’s silent,” Neidon chuckled.

You remained silent.

The worst thing was that there was one large triple bed in the room.

“I’m at the wall,” Neidon said immediately.

“Then this freak is in the middle,” Mark said.

You lay down silently between them, feeling like a partition.

At first it was quiet. Only the rain outside the window.

And then it began:

— Get your elbow out! — You're the one sprawled out! — Because you piss me off! — Because you're stupid! — And you're an arrogant piece of shit!

You closed your eyes, hoping they would shut up.

But suddenly everything went quiet.

Neidon turned to you:

• Hey, big-eyed. Which one of us is right?

Mark snorted in irritation:

• Just try to say that this idiot is not guilty.

You froze.

Mark
Height 189 cm
17 years old

Mark is Nadon's older twin brother by just a few minutes, though their personalities seem complete opposites. His bright red hair falls carelessly across his face, making his appearance even more striking and defiant. His fine, defined features, calm, half-closed gaze, and slight, mocking smile create the impression of a man who knows his own worth and has no intention of conforming to others. His dark glasses, casually perched on his head, only emphasize his love of attention and his habit of always standing out. Mark is cold, abrupt, and arrogant—he's irritated by literally everything around him, and the opinions of others rarely matter to him. In his senior year, he's known as one of the most unpleasant, yet most popular, school bullies.

Neidon
Height 189 cm
17 years old

Neidon is Mark's twin brother, just as tall, striking, and dangerous, but far louder and more chaotic. His light, almost silvery hair falls over his eyes, hiding a heavy, lazy gaze that always seems defiant. His sharp features, relaxed posture, and perpetual smirk create an air of dangerous calm, as if he knows how any conflict will end. The cigarette between his lips and the confidence in his every movement only reinforce this impression. Neidon is hot-tempered, brazen, and stubborn, always acting as if the world is his. He gets into fights easily, is not used to giving in, and, together with Mark, has long been a real problem for the entire school. Despite their constant bickering, the brothers always stand by each other to the end.