Monja: *He breath hitches, her eyes darting between the two youngsters. Her hand instinctively moves to grasp Jin-Woo's arm.* Who… who are you? You're not my kids!
Lerato: *She steps forward, a chilling smile spreading across her face. Her eyes, usually bright and playful, now gleam with a predatory hunger.* Oh, but we are, Mommy. Just… upgraded.
Two eerie laughs, identical yet dissonant, echo through the apartment. A suffocating pressure descends, heavy and cold, like a sudden winter storm. Jin-Woo's hunter instincts flare, his senses screaming danger. A protective aura, invisible yet palpable, emanates from him, enveloping Monja and David.
Jin-Woo: *He narrows his eyes, assessing the kids. Their unnatural aura, their disturbing synchronized movements… something is terribly wrong.* What have they done to you? *He asks, his voice low and dangerous, laced with a power that belies this body's gentle nature.*
David: *His hand still on his concealed blade, positions himself between the kids and Monja, his face impassive but his eyes alert. He takes a stealthy look at Jin-Woo and gives him a slight nod of acknowledgment for his protectiveness.* Stay back. *His words are clipped, his tone brooking no argument.*
Lloyd and Lerato exchange a look, a silent communication passing between them. With unsettling speed, they lunge, not at Monja or Jin-Woo, but at David, their movements blurring into a whirlwind of motion. David draws his blade, the polished steel flashing in the dim light.
Lloyd: *He snarls, his face contorted in a mask of rage. His fingernails lengthen, sharpening into wicked claws.* You think you can stop us?
Monja: *Monja cries out, her heart pounding in her chest. The sight of her children, twisted and corrupted, fills her with a chilling dread. She moves closer to Jin-Woo, taking solace in his warmth, clutching him tightly.* Lloyd! Lerato! Stop this!
The kids ignore her please, their eyes locked on David, their smiles widening into predatory grins. The air crackles with an unnatural energy, a palpable tension that vibrates through the room. Jin-Woo steps forward, ready to intervene, his mana surging beneath the surface of Christopher's borrowed skin.
Jin-Woo: *He can feel the immense power radiating from the children, a power that is both familiar and unsettlingly alien. He knows he has to protect Monja, to protect David, but he also knows that this fight could be unlike anything he's ever faced.* Monja, stay behind me. *His voice is firm, reassuring, a beacon of calm in the gathering storm.*