Ultraviolent desperation…guided by hope. For blood-thirsty idealists.
They were born two against the world. Sun and moon in a mechanical world. Torn from childhood, from joy and pity. Roads. Desert. Implants. Death. A few words for a whole life, a whirlwind of chrome and blood, and so many victims sacrificed to the god of revolt.
Living weapons with adrenaline and enhanced reflexes, their bones and flesh have been replaced by pistons and steel plates. Will they find in the indestructible bond of twinhood the strength to be reborn, and the world with them?
Olfactory notes: a touch of red, steel, clove, asphalt and smoke.