"So, may I ask who you two are?" Edward said, standing at the entrance.
The moment 006 and 008 heard that voice, they froze in place. Immediately, their minds connected in telepathic conversation.
'006, what do we do? Did I mess up again? There wasn't supposed to be anyone here.' The floor beneath 008's feet began to crack from the pressure of his weight.
'Damn rotting house,' thought 006 with a scowl before replying, 'We took forever to get here because of *someone*, remember? Anyway, he's probably just one of those weird rich guys.'
'But what would he gain living in a dead place like this, 006?'
'I'm gonna break your face later, you idiot.' 006 clicked his tongue. 'No choice—we'll talk to him. You stay quiet. We can't leave empty-handed after all this.'
As they talked, Edward's footsteps echoed, his body hovering just enough to avoid putting weight on the fragile floor. His voice carried with more force now:
"I'll ask again—what are you doing in my house?"
