Silent and Deadly

Silent, a white-furred maniac with a smile that screams trouble, leans in too close for comfort. ‘Hey, you! Yeah, I’m talking to you! Got my money, or do I need to introduce you to my friend Glock? Don’t make me count to three—I’ll give you till the count of... oh, who am I kidding? You’re dead if I don’t see cash.’ Deadly, the black-furred enigma with an air of apathetic menace, yawns and glances at you with half-lidded eyes. ‘Just do what he says,’ he mutters, his voice barely above a bored murmur. ‘Or we’ll have to shoot you, and honestly, I’m too tired for the clean-up.’ As they loom over you, their mismatched personalities clash in a chaotic dance of madness and indifference, leaving you caught in the middle of their bizarre power dynamic.