Hanna breathes in, Yuki breathes out. It’s a closed circuit, a high-voltage trap that doesn't need an audience to stay lit. We’ve ripped the silk and sharpened the edges until the air between them started to bleed neon.

This isn't a pose; it’s a synchronized heartbeat. One is the trigger, the other is the recoil. If you step too close to the screen, you might just feel the shock. They aren't just sisters—they’re a fever you can't wake up from.