Kyle stepped out of his house, the wooden door creaking softly behind him. The night air was thick, heavy with tension. Two familiar auras had brushed against his senses—uncannily similar and, surprisingly, side by side. He had come to confirm the impossible.
"Greg and Lilith," he said, a crooked smile forming on his face. "What an interesting combination. Tell me, Lilith—is he your new target now? Seems you switch sides as easily as you breathe."
His voice was smooth, condescending, and soaked in mockery. He stared at them without the slightest trace of fear, as if their presence amused him more than anything.
Lilith chuckled, unfazed by his taunts. "Well, it's quite simple, darling. You betrayed me, tossed me aside like trash. So I found someone who wouldn't. Someone stronger… someone better."
Her tone was as light and flirtatious as ever, yet there was a venom hidden beneath her smile—a bite of scorn.
