Fenrir
I stand before the mirror, straightening my tie. The dark gray suit I’m wearing makes me look like one of those human motorcycle riders belonging to an outlaw club, trying to look respectable. Maybe it’s the collar-length hair and beard. I look ridiculous!
“You look fine.”
I take a deep breath while looking through the mirror at the woman standing behind me. Oh, she may be in different skin, but I would know my sister anywhere.
“What are you doing here, Hel?”
“Haven’t you missed me, Big Brother?”
I turn to face my sister. She looks as beautiful as ever, though this time, she opted to be a blonde. Strangely, it suits her, as does the skin-tight floor-length silver dress she’s wearing. Hel belongs in the underworld, and having her here is not a good thing.
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