Jayden was alone with Christopher—"Chris," as he liked to be called—and the two were deep in conversation.
"Chris Hiday... That's a beautiful name," Jayden remarked with a faint smile.
Chris : "And you? What's your name?"
"Durbin Jayden. Now, go ahead."
Chris reached for the vial Jayden offered, and as he did, Jayden began asking him a series of questions—specific ones designed to determine whether Chris was affiliated with the Fauvism .
The bell—enchanted to ring upon any lie—remained silent. Chris was telling the truth.
After a moment, Jayden sighed, feeling a twinge of guilt.
"I'm sorry for doubting you... interrogating you like that. It was ridiculous."
Chris : "Don't worry about it. Honestly, I'd have done the same in your shoes,"
"Have you ever run into them? The Fauvism agents, I mean?"
"Once. Barely made it out alive."
"Then maybe you should join us. My team—we call ourselves Kaos. We could use someone like you."
"I'll think about it."
"Here—take my number. If you decide to join, call me."
Jayden handed over his phone number, then made his way to his father's bakery—not to work but just to check in. He had inherited the place after his father's passing and liked to drop by from time to time.
As he stepped inside, the clerk greeted him cheerfully.
"Welcome, Mr. Durbin."
"Good morning. How's business today?"
"It's going well. We've been making real progress."
"That's good to hear. It's all thanks to my father's secret recipe."
"Definitely. By the way, someone came by yesterday asking about you."
Jayden's expression tensed.
"Did he say who he was?"
"He claimed to be an old friend."
"No name?"
"None. He just asked me a few questions about you."
"Tell me everything he said."
Apparently, the man had asked about Jayden's daily routine and the places he usually visited. But the clerk, cautious and loyal, had given vague answers—nothing concrete.
Jayden frowned. Who was this man? A Fauvism operative? Or truly someone from his past? And was his meeting with Chris just a coincidence?
The visitor's description didn't help ease his thoughts—tall, dark-skinned, muscular, with red hair and brown eyes.
Without hesitation, Jayden called Merrick.
"Morning, Jayden. Something wrong?"
"You could call it a disaster."
"What happened?"
"A man came asking about me at the bakery yesterday. Lied and said he was an old friend. Luckily, the clerk didn't reveal anything. I'm sure he's from the Fauvism."
"Did you do anything that might've drawn their attention?"
"I've done my best to keep my inheritance of the stone secret, but... who knows."
"Be careful. And if anything happens—anything—call me immediately."
"I will."
Jayden headed home, but as he approached his front door, an acrid smell stopped him in his tracks. Smoke.
He rushed in to find his entire house engulfed in flames.
Frantically, he searched for the fire extinguisher, battling the blaze with help from some alarmed neighbors.
The next day, Jayden was summoned to the police station.
He sat across from the detective, who eyed him carefully.
"Your name is Durbin Jayden, correct?"
Jayden sighed. "I'm sure you already have all my personal information. Why bother asking?"
"Watch your tone, son. I'm just doing my job and following protocol."
"Sorry. I'm on edge. My house burned down last night."
"Do you believe someone might be targeting you?"
"I can't think of anyone who'd want to hurt me."
"Then what do you think caused the fire?"
"I thought maybe I left the kettle on."
"The investigation shows you turned off the stove before leaving. Are you sure about your theory?"
"I said I thought—I'm not certain."
The detective paused, tapping his pen against his notepad.
"We'll call you once the investigation is complete. You can go for now. We have your number in case of emergency."
"Understood."
Jayden left, heading to the bakery—the only place left where he could sleep. Rage and confusion churned inside him. Who was the man asking about him? Was he the same one who torched his home? Was he with the Fauvism?
Elsewhere, Yuna lounged on the couch, watching TV, until Luna entered the room.
Luna : "Ready to do it one last time?"
Yuna : "Why should I go? It's your turn."
"What do you mean, you're not coming bitch ? I begged Merrick to let us do this one last time. Don't back out now."
"Ugh, fine. Let's get this over with."
The twins donned their masks and Luna used her teleportation power to bring them instantly to the supermarket
They came prepared with oversized bags and began stuffing them full of sweets and snacks. All the while, they danced and acted like fools in front of the security cameras—intentionally leaving their mark, since this was their grand finale.
Back home, they dropped the bags in the garage, then made their way to the front door—only to find three men waiting inside the house.
Large. Intimidating. Dangerous. Luna blinked, unimpressed.
"No need to rob us. We don't have much money."
One of the men stepped forward.
"We're not here for money. You're coming with us."
"Really? You could've just asked nicely. We'd have said no, of course, but still…"
Another one added, "We're not asking. You're coming—by force."
The girls felt nothing—no magical aura. These weren't Stone Heirs
Luna rolled her eyes. "Your turn, Yuna."
Yuna : "I know."
The men were baffled. The girls didn't flinch. Didn't cower.
One of them raised a pistol and aimed it at the twins.
"Enough games. Hands above your heads. Kneel!"
"No," Luna replied coolly.
The man lowered the gun, pulled out a cloth soaked in chloroform and charged at them.
Yuna raised her hand. In an instant, the man froze—then shattered into a pile of ice.
The remaining two men recoiled, terrified. They drew their pistols and fired.
Yuna stepped in front of Luna. The bullets turned to frost mid-air and clinked harmlessly to the floor.
"I'm going to my room. You take care of those bastards ," Luna said casually.
Yuna : "Got it."
She vanished in a blink, leaving the two men stunned.
One of them said to the other
"W-What are they? Witches?"
"I... I don't know. But they're definitely not normal."
"Let's just leave. Forget this."
"Seriously? We're going to run from two little girls?"
"But didn't you see what—"
"Go if you want, coward. I'm staying."
The coward gritted his teeth and stayed. Together, they opened fire again. And again, their bullets froze in midair.
They each drew long knives and charged.
Yuna lifted her hand—and a bolt of lightning shot out, striking both.
They collapsed to the ground, twitching.
Yuna strolled toward them, smirking.
"So strong and brave, attacking a young girl with big knives. Real tough guys."
One of them muttered, "You're no girl. You're a witch."
The other spat, "What kind of black magic did you cast, you freak?"
Yuna electrocuted the second man until he passed out cold. The first man, now horrified, tried to run—but Yuna froze his arms and legs.
She approached slowly.
Yuna : "Leaving without saying goodbye? How rude."
"You bi—"
He didn't finish. Another shock sent him into unconsciousness.
Luna descended from upstairs and surveyed the chaos.
"Damn it, Yuna. Can't you ever fight without trashing the whole place?"
"Like I invited them here."
"Ugh, screw them."
"We can clean later. What matters now is—who were those guys?"