The quiet rhythm of daily life didn’t last long.

  One morning, as Sabrina and Luna prepared for school, their devices vibrated simultaneously—soft pulses of red light flashing beneath their sleeves. The girls exchanged a knowing glance. Another “assignment.”

  This one was different. The text on the small screens glowed with words that made their hearts race:

  TASK: Cause disruption during the city’s afternoon fair. Target: communications systems.

  REWARD: +2 advancement points.

  FAILURE: Punishment – 12 hours pain simulation.

  Sabrina frowned at the cold, digital letters. “Pain simulation? They’ve never said that before.”

  Luna looked pale but nodded firmly. “We’ll just… find a way to make it look real, but no one gets hurt.”

  “Right,” Sabrina agreed, but her voice wavered.

  At school, the weight of the task pressed on them both. Their classmates talked excitedly about the fair—music, food, laughter—all while the sisters exchanged uneasy glances, knowing what they were meant to do.

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  When the afternoon came, Sabrina used her power to subtly interfere with the sound systems. The speakers shrieked with distorted feedback, startling everyone. Luna’s shadows flickered across the stage, creating eerie silhouettes that made the crowd panic.

  For several minutes, chaos rippled through the fair. No one was injured, but the fear was real. When the event ended, their devices flashed again:

  TASK COMPLETE. REWARD GRANTED.

  Both girls stood frozen for a moment. Their stomachs twisted, and for the first time, the thrill of mischief felt heavier—less playful, more real.

  That evening, Denis noticed their quietness. They ate dinner in silence, their eyes unfocused.

  “You two seem distant today,” he said gently. “Everything okay at school?”

  Sabrina forced a smile. “Yeah, just tired. It was a long day.”

  Denis didn’t press further, but his instincts told him something was wrong. Later, when cleaning their jackets, he found faint traces of soot on Luna’s sleeve—something that didn’t belong anywhere near their school.

  He said nothing, only filed the detail away in his mind.

  That night, the girls sat together in their shared room, staring at their devices.

  Luna whispered, “Do you think Dad would hate us if he knew?”

  Sabrina hesitated. “No… but he wouldn’t understand. Not yet.”

  Outside their window, the moonlight cast long shadows that seemed to shift on their own—Luna’s unease made them restless.

  Meanwhile, in the distant command network of the villain system, data blinked to life. Their success was logged. Their potential was noted.

  And a new message was sent to someone unseen:

  “The sisters show promise. Continue observation. Possible candidates for Phase Two.”