Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. And somehow, You ended up adjusting.

• Spinal claimed the study, surrounding herself with books and leaving cryptic notes on the table about “mortal society” and “new strategies.”

• Barite took over the living room, where she sprawled across furniture, flipping through human media with the fascination of someone who found everything ridiculous.

• The fridge was suddenly stocked with unfamiliar, ominous-looking bottles that neither of them explained.

• Strange individuals occasionally knocked at the door—shadowy figures who shouldn’t exist, asking cryptic questions before vanishing into the night.

• Mirrors sometimes reflected things that weren’t there.

• At least once, a portal opened in the kitchen. No one talks about what came out.

  Naturally, You had tried to throw them out. But It didn’t take long for You to realize that the twins had no intention of leaving. More than that—they couldn’t leave.Not yet, not until they figured out how to reclaim what they lost. And so, like an infestation of elegant, mischievous demons, they settled in.