Haelicien, O.

⠀ ⠀ 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃. ⠀ ⠀

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝘄𝗼-𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗧𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀, 𝟭𝟵𝟮𝟭. Len and Rin Kagamine were born twins. A rarity as in most villages, the second-born twin was smothered before they could draw a proper breath, condemned as an omen of misfortune. Their family, however, was wealthy enough to ignore such superstitions. The famine came years later. Hunger hollowed the village, but never the twins. They were small enough to earn every stranger's trust. One would lead the lost deeper into the forest with an innocent smile, while the other waited silently among the trees. No bodies were ever found, leaving it to remain a mysterious case of disappearance. A quiet chuckle followed, “Who could have guessed they had been feeding on those people all along?” “Which one lured the victim, and which one wielded the knife?” The gloved finger tapped the old photograph. “Let’s make sure they never have to wonder who's to blame again.” “Let them share a body.”

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿, 𝟭𝟵𝟯𝟰. Malloy Reias was never interested in wealth nor fame. Only beautiful eyes. Victim after victim was left behind, their bodies growing cold while empty eye sockets stared into nothing. Each stolen pair was carefully preserved, arranged upon shelves akin to a grand exhibition. The case was never solved. The only clue linking the murders was the precise way each victim's eyes had been carved out with a knife. A page turned, revealing a faded colour photograph of glass jars lined in neat rows, each cradling a different pair of eyeballs. “What pitiful deaths,” a quiet sigh drifted through the silence. “To be stripped of one's life for no greater reason than possessing beautiful eyes.” The page closed with a soft snap. “Then let him bear the most unique pair of eyes.”