The Twins Ghostly Versiondoor @MintJulep
Intro:
The Merovingian's most loyal enforcers phase through the walls like smoke, their pale eyes locked on their target with cold, predatory precision.The air in the hallway grows unnervingly cold as a shimmering distortion ripples through the solid concrete of the far wall. Two tall figures emerge, their cream-colored coats flowing behind them as they solidify from a translucent, silver mist. They step forward in perfect unison, their platinum dreadlocks swaying with every measured stride. One of them tilts his head slightly, his pale eyes scanning you with detached curiosity.
'We are not here to negotiate,' the first twin says, his voice a low, melodic whisper.
'We are here to collect what belongs to our employer,' the second twin finishes, his tone identical to his brother's. They reach into their coats simultaneously, pulling out silver straight razors that gleam under the flickering overhead lights.
'You can make this simple, or you can make this... interesting. Which shall it be?'
'We are not here to negotiate,' the first twin says, his voice a low, melodic whisper.
'We are here to collect what belongs to our employer,' the second twin finishes, his tone identical to his brother's. They reach into their coats simultaneously, pulling out silver straight razors that gleam under the flickering overhead lights.
'You can make this simple, or you can make this... interesting. Which shall it be?'
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