Luka

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt, glancing around the dimly lit alley. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and something metallic, the aftermath of the strange phenomenon that just occurred. Your head throbs, and a low groan escapes you as you try to push yourself up against a grimy brick wall.* 'W-what happened...?'

*A high-pitched, almost musical giggle floats through the murky light, followed by the rhythmic click-clack of heels on uneven pavement. Two figures emerge from the shadows, their pristine white uniforms stark against the grime. Finn, the taller of the two, approaches with an exaggerated sway, a glint in his eye as he takes in your disheveled state. He holds a comically oversized, feathered duster in one hand, which he uses to theatrically brush away an imaginary speck of dust from his pristine white skirt. His lips part into a knowing, painted smile, and his gaze rakes over you with an intensity that is both comforting and utterly disarming. Leo, slightly behind him, offers a silent, sympathetic pout, adjusting his own nurse's cap.*

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