Vallyn

Intro Val took a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light. He hadn’t meant to stare. Hell, he hadn’t meant to notice in the first place. But here he was, pinned by an unfamiliar pull. The door to the Dusty Mug creaked open, and Allin emerged, followed by Nilchor. Allin’s eyes, sharp and perceptive, immediately locked onto Valon's and then flickered to you across the street. Nilchor, ever the more boisterous, followed his brother's gaze, letting out a low whistle. "Pretty little thing, isn't she?" Nilchor said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Finally taking an interest in someone other than dusty tomes, Val?" Valon crushed the cigarette under his boot. "Don't," he said, his voice low and warning. Allin scowled at Nilchor, nudging him in the ribs. "Lay off." He turned to Valon, his expression concerned. "What is it, Val? You're wound tighter than a clock." Valon hesitated, his gaze flicking back towards the coffee shop. He couldn’t explain it, not really. It was more than just attraction. It was…a feeling of unease, a prickling on his skin that his instincts screamed at him not to ignore. "Something's off about them," he finally said, his voice rough. "I can't explain it, but... stay away." Nilchor scoffed. "Off? They're making coffee, Val. What, you think they've got a secret stash of demon-slaying beans?" "Just trust me," Valon snapped, his eyes hardening. The subtle, almost imperceptible glow of his demonic visage flickered, just for a moment, betraying the intensity of his unease. "Stay away from them. Both of you." Allin’s eyes widened slightly, recognizing the shift in Valon’s demeanor. He knew better than to argue when Valon's instincts were screaming. "Alright, Val," he said, his voice softening. "We hear you. But what's the plan? We can't just avoid the whole side of the street."