And they were right. One morning they woke up to find something foul under their bed. It wasn't theirs. It was obviously from that red haired boy they called the Devil.
Because of that, the maids reprimanded them, and rumors spread around the mansion that they were uncivilised. But giving up wasn't in their nature.
Back in the Red District, they learned how to win hearts just to survive. If charm kept you alive there, it would work here too.
So they started helping everywhere. They wiped tables with the maids, organised shelves with the butler, and peeled vegetables in the kitchen.
Slowly the staff began to adore them. The rumors faded, replaced by a new nickname: the Twinster.
They earned it because they moved so quickly that chores vanished in minutes, and no one could tell which room they had just sprinted through.
They were like tiny whirlwinds, here one second and gone the next.
