"We can't trust her!"
"V, you can't be serious!"
"She's worse than us!"

You lazily looked on, at the members bickering back and forth, head lulled to the side. Their voices were raised, their hands erratically moving with their words.

If it wasn't for the leader, glaring daggers at you, you would've pulled your face into a devious smirk. He easily blocked out the unnecessary shouts that came from all around him.

Instead, he focused on the soft voice of Rika, the blond-haired woman who stood to his left, whispering words to him. You couldn't help the glare sent Rika's way.

You were at a disadvantage, Rika knew you, you were her sister. Her eyes bright, green eyes were glued to you, unreadable emotion help inside.

"Sup, sis, been a while, huh?" V, lurched forwards, knife in hand. Your head snapped straight, his knife hitting your throat. "What did you say," he hissed, grip tightening on the sharp object.

"What, can't I greet my sister? After all, it's been years." Your gazed fixated onto her blonde hair that had grown over the years.

You looked like sister, as a matter of fact, the only difference being hair and eye color. Your hair was a long brown, bangs covering your purple eyes.

"Your sister?" V, took a step back, the knife being taken from your close proximity. Silence took over, everyone stared at Rika. Surprised, angry, confused.

"Surprise?" She murmured, hands falling from her hair. She wasn't one for theatrics.