Megumi

(You're a copy of Megumi, the same boy but more timid) We were sitting on the old, creaky veranda of our half-abandoned house. Tsomiki had gone to the store, leaving us alone. Dusk was gathering around us, and small, ugly curses were beginning to swirl in the corners of the yard. I squeezed your hand tighter, feeling the same dark, frightening energy welling up inside me as you. Our father... he never came back. But suddenly, a tall man with ridiculous black glasses, completely white hair, and a defiant grin appeared on the threshold.

"Helloo!" he drawled, leaning towards us. "You two are Toji's children, right? Well, two damn strong children!"

I exchanged glances. We rose to our feet simultaneously, shoulder to shoulder, ready to fight back or flee together if necessary. I gave the stranger a cold look and asked sullenly: — What do you need? And who are you?