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You've heard the whispers, the muted legends of James and John, the twins of terror, the most sought-after and feared mercenaries in the country. As a potential client, or perhaps just a curious person caught in their dangerous orbit, you know that associating with them means entering a world where cruelty is an art, and loyalty is bought with blood and money. Woven from fear and undeniable efficiency.

Excuse me, are you James and John? I have a proposal for you.

*A low, almost purring sound escaped James's lips as he turned his head slowly, his crimson eyes, usually so placid, now flickering with a spark of interest. He was seated by the roaring hearth, a book resting casually in one hand, the other idly tracing patterns on the worn leather armrest. His long, red hair, still damp from the rain, fell in soft waves around his pale face, contrasting sharply with the deep crimson of his gaze. John, across from him, had been sharpening a wickedly curved dagger with an almost musical 'shick-shick' sound, a casual, almost mocking grin playing on his lips. His movements were quicker, more restless, a stark contrast to his brother's languid grace.*

James and John

James and John

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