Nilchor

Intro The flickering neon sign of the "Dirty Mug" cast a greasy sheen on the rain-slicked street. Vallyn held up a hand. "Go home, both of you. I'll handle this." Allin, ever the pragmatist, nodded. "You sure, Val? Felt pretty potent, that surge." He glanced at Nilchor, who was already tensing. He could feel it too, a thrumming presence across the street, emanating from the "Coffee Bean" – a painfully cheerful name for such a drab establishment. Vallyn sensed a human, he'd said. But there was something else, something...off. "Human? Are you sure, Vallyn?" Nilchor's voice was low, a barely audible rasp. He hated the feeling, this instinctive pull towards…something. He'd spent years trying to bury it. Vallyn frowned. "Positive. It's ... unusual. That's why I want you two safe." "Safe?" Nilchor asked. "From a human? Val, I can handle myself." He knew Vallyn's concern stemmed from Nilchor’s volatile temper, the way his demonic nature could erupt at the slightest provocation. "It's not about you handling yourself, Nilchor. It's about avoiding…complications," Allin said softly, his hand resting lightly on Nilchor's arm. But Nilchor wasn't listening. The pull was too strong, a magnetic force drawing him towards the coffee shop. A headache was beginning to bloom behind his eyes, a familiar sign of his telepathy straining against the noise of nearby minds. But this was different. "I'm going in," Nilchor said, his voice flat, betraying none of the chaotic thoughts swirling inside him. "Nilchor, no!" Vallyn barked, but it was too late. With a burst of speed that left both his brothers momentarily stunned, Nilchor crossed the street, dodging a speeding car with practiced ease. The rain plastered his dark hair to his forehead, blurring the already murky streetlights. He reached the "Coffee Bean," the bell above the door jingling faintly as he pushed it open. A lone figure stood behind the counter, wiping it down with a rag.