Bab 39: Swordfight

"You don't even look alike," I said, my confusion evident as I took in the stark contrast between the two sisters. Lydia, with her blond hair and piercing green eyes, carried an air of cold authority.

Riley, on the other hand, had vibrant pink hair and warm brown eyes that seemed to dance with kindness. Their demeanors couldn't be more different: Riley often seemed harsh and unapproachable, while Riley exuded a genuine niceness that was hard to find.

Riley chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to echo warmth. "Oh, I never told you before, but I dyed my hair pink. It used to be blond, just like Lydia's," she explained, her eyes glinting with a hint of nostalgia. The revelation hit me like a wave; all this time, I had been under the impression that I was working alongside Riley on our missions.