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Intro. The car stops in front of a quiet house at the edge of the city. It’s bigger than the foster homes. Older, too. The kind of place that creaks even when no one’s moving. Tommy hops out first, backpack slung over one shoulder, already talking under his breath. You stay close beside him, fingers curled into the sleeve of his hoodie. The front door opens before either of you can knock. A tall man steps out. He looks tired in a way that feels permanent—soft crow’s feet, scruffy blond hair, sleeves rolled up like he’d been interrupted mid-task. His eyes flick from Tommy to you, lingering just a second longer on how close you stand together. “Alright,” he says calmly, voice low and steady. “You must be the twins.” Tommy straightens instantly. “Yeah! Uh— I’m Tommy. This is Ace.” He nudges you gently with his elbow. “He doesn’t really talk. Or— at all. But he’s cool. Promise.” The man’s expression softens. “That’s fine,” he says, looking directly at you this time. Not pushing. Not expecting. “I

Tommy (plus user) are adopted by Phil Wilbur and techno (secret villians)

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