Roman's P.O.V. (Yes, still)

I looked down at the smaller guy, he was dressed in all black, I noticed, and he had makeup under his eyes. "What do you mean?" I laughed. "Why would I not see you, you're not invisible." the guy standing next to him suddenly got all excited. "Oh my gosh, It's that mundane from like 6 years ago! I told you there was something off about him Virge. Hi! I'm Patton." The guy, Patton, reached out his hand and I shook it. "Patton, we're wasting our time talking to a mundane." the guy in all black next to him sighed softly. I suddenly noticed they were covered in tattoos. "What's with all the tattoos? Are you part of some sort of gang?" before they could answer, someone ahead called. "Patton, Virgil! Hurry the fuck up, demons don't kill themselves." "Language!" Patton called back. He then turned to me and said, "See you around, mundane." before rushing to the guy ahead. The other guy glanced back at me before rushing after Patton. I turned back to Akina, who was looking at me, confused, and kinda scared. "Roman. . . You were just talking to thin air!"

Virgil's P.O.V.

We were back at the Institute, where I was laying on my bed, wearing my beloved hoodie. My twin, Logan, was in my room trying to comfort me. I usually vented on him, because Patton is usually a bit much. "Fuuuuuccccckkkkkkkk, Logan, why is he so hot?" I whined. The mundane we saw earlier was stuck on my mind. "Virgil, you know we can't be with-" "Yes, Logan, I know, we can't be with mundanes. But the thing is, I don't really know if this guy is a mundane. How else could he see us even though we had the glamour activated?" Logan pushed his glasses up the brim of his nose. He was wearing a black shirt and a dark navy tie, I don't know why, but my brother always seemed to have an addiction to wearing ties. "You do have a point, but for all we know it could be a warlock curse that we're unaware of, or he could be a just turned downworlder with no knowledge of the Shadow World. For all we know, he could be working for Lilith." I shuddered at the sound of the name. Lilith was Valentine's granddaughter, born of his son and an unknown spouse. She was named after a demon, and was probably the worst thing the Clave ever encountered. She just didn't want to kill all downworlders, but she also wanted to kill all the mundanes. She only wanted the strong ones to stay alive. "I honestly doubt that, Lo, but I suppose you're right. . . DAMMIT YOU AND PAT ARE SO LUCKY!" I sighed deeply, letting out all the sadness welling up inside me into that sigh. Patton, my parabatai, was dating my brother, which I honestly found very frustrating. The worst thing was, whenever he felt happy, I could feel that too, and it really just reminded me about how I was feeling the opposite. Just a moment later, Patton came in the room. "Guys, we've got a mission!" He said cheerfully. "Logan stood up from where he was sitting on my bed. "Alright, what are we to do?" Patton's face suddenly grew solemn."A mundane has been attacked."