Rhea and Freya sat at the dining table, their postures tense, their minds already half in the sewers.
Rhea changed into her black and crimson superhero suit, the fabric hugging her frame like a second skin, tapped her fingers impatiently.
Freya, in her cyan t-shirt and navy blue pants, leaned back, her platinum-cyan hair catching the light, her blue eyes scanning the room with a mix of boredom and anticipation.
The mission briefing had sharpened their focus, but the weight of the task ahead hung heavy, their unsung rivalry simmering beneath the surface.
They have already decided in their minds.
The one to kill more rats is the winner.
Ding Dong~
The bell's chime cut through the silence, startling them both.
Rhea's amber eyes widened, her crimson hair bouncing as she whipped her head toward the sound.
Freya's brow furrowed, her blue eyes narrowing in surprise.
The Haven had a doorbell?
