Scavies, it's been a while since I disappeared. I really miss you. Who misses me? I hope everything is fine, yeaah.

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THE DEVIL'S CALL : Crimson Registry 🪚🩸

Between the roar of engines and the glow of a restless crimson night, a silent contract begins to take form. @NorveinSibs is not merely a place to arrive, this is a movement carved from fearless souls. We move with noise in our veins and fate in our hands, carving our story where only the brave dare to stand. If you feel the spark of wildness inside your heart, then step forward and leave your mark in our motion. 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 : 2001-2007.

SEALED IDENTITIES / Their names have been etched into the blade’s memory, no longer called when the engine screams again.

Leave your mark trough @NorveinBot.

Hello, Norvein. I, (name + @ + muse)—born in (birth year). Another presence recorded beneath the roaring engine. Thank you for acknowledging this signal.

THE ENGINE IS CALLING. ✩
Don’t let fate wait, また会いましょう.
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Louis Nyx, Martin Meirhart, Kya Schouvert, Gaeul Eldraeth, and Isa Roselain rarely met in one place, so their long-overdue cousin reunion was meant to be a simple sushi date. Keyword: meant to be.. The second they sat down, Younghoon Scarvaine said, “Order whatever you want. Bills on me.”

A BIG mistake wkwkwk because if Kya, Louis, and martin exchanged evil smiles, this is what will happen:

“This wagyu one looks expensive,” Martin said.
“Get two,” Louis replied, already reaching for the gold caviar sushi.
“I’m still choosing,” Kya added.
Across the table, watching her younger cousins choose their meals, Gaeul just smiled. “Should we be polite?” Isa shook her head. “I want unagi.”

Soon the table was full of premium rolls, sashimi, wagyu sushi, unagi, and one giant sushi ship in the middle.

Younghoon kept smiling, but his face slowly became pure hshsjkdkcd arrghh. “Why are there nine plates... and a whole ship?”

Louis looked up while eating his fourth sushi. “Reunion meal uncle”. When the bill came, Younghoon stared in silence. Martin leaned over. “You said bills on me.”
Younghoon sighed. “I hate family.”
The girls smiled sweetly. “We love you, unclee.”