Having hung back until now, Daniel Rolland and Irena Rolland continue to discuss until eyes landed on them. Thinking they’d answer, it was their thirteen year old twin daughters having been quiet as well that spoke up. Their eyes, one a cornflower blue and the other a mulberry purple, both answered before their father could, “WE WILL NOT HELP!”
Words echoed and eerie the identical blonde girls said nothing else as their scrawny bodies behind their long green robes dwarfed them. Already creepy by just being twins, their silent nature and speaking in unison made them even creepier.
Shuddering at them, even Valentina backed away as they swayed humming a song that sounded like sirens luring fishermen to their deaths.
Trying to dismiss their words, Richter looked to the actual head of cov
