The voice came from the left. A boy, leaning against a stack of old crates, arms crossed. He had shaggy blond hair and a lazy smirk, like this was all just a game to him.

Another voice, from the right. This one was closer. A second boy stepped into the light, taller, with dark hair that curled just past his ears and a silver ring glinting in his eyebrow. He crouched down in front of Y/n, tilting his head like he was studying a curious animal.

He smiled. It was the kind of smile that could charm anyone—or warn them.