The silver‑eyed man led the girl to the Alley of Silence, and there into an inconspicuous building.
It was the building he and his brother were using as headquarters while in the Alley of Silence.
In the headquarters, the man led the girl to a door and unceremoniously kicked it open, letting it bang into the room.
"Got her!" he announced to his brother.
The black‑eyed man was standing by the window, clearly thinking about something, so even the kicked door didn't disturb him.
But the silver‑eyed man's words brought him back to reality.
He turned around to look at the girl.
"You might want to sit down..." he motioned towards the few armchairs by the wall of the room.
The silver‑eyed man walked over and grabbed two by the armrests and dragged them behind him over to the middle of the room.
"Sit down," he was suddenly acting like a gentleman towards the girl, making her raise a brow.
But she did sit down.
"I doubt you wanted me here just because of what I did yesterday," she spoke calmly.
"If that was the case, you wouldn't have bothered with the trouble of searching for me. So what do you really want from me?"
The black‑eyed man walked over to his desk and sat down in his chair.
At the same time, the silver‑eyed man sat down on the armchair next to the one the girl was sitting on.
"Well, at least you aren't stupid," the black‑eyed man seemed satisfied with that, but it was hard to tell from his always‑stoic expression.
The girl narrowed her eyes at the black‑eyed brother.
Nearly her full attention was on him, so for a moment, she didn't even notice the silver‑eyed man next to her.
And he used that singular moment to lean so close to her that she twisted her head to look at him when she felt the heat of his body spread to her.
He was just a few centimeters away from her.
The black‑eyed man completely ignored that his brother was sneaking up on the girl.
"You have the Power of Death and Extinction?" he asked calmly.
The girl decided to ignore the brother by her side and turned to the one asking.
"You want my power for something?" her eyes narrowed further (if it was even possible).
The black‑eyed man took that as an answer and didn't comment on that theme any longer.
"When was the first time you had used the power?"
The girl didn't understand the reason for such a question.
She was also having a bit of a hard time thinking about it because the silver‑eyed man's presence next to her was hard to ignore.
He was basically breathing down her neck.
It took all her willpower not to turn and strike him with at least a single punch.
But that would be an obvious mistake since she would instantly be restrained by the black‑eyed man.
Or at least, she was guessing so.
With his stoic face, it was hard to guess anything about him.
So the girl could only guess that he would step in if she attacked the brother.
But maybe he wouldn't.
And yet that still didn't mean she would stand a chance.
If she attacked the silver‑eyed man, he would eventually overpower her, especially since she was hurt.
The most she could do was land the first punch.
So, the girl didn't get violent and instead tried to think about an answer to the question the black‑eyed man gave her.
The first time she had used the Power of Death and Extinction.
Well, she didn't know what the body she was in had been doing before she took it over (which was when the body was just five years old), but after she took over it, she had been putting off ever using the power for a long time.
She only ended up doing it when she was about seven years old, in other words two years after she took over the body.
It was back in the tavern when a dangerous patron came and started breaking things.
The girl, already working there for a few days, used the power to paralyze him.
After that, whenever she was working, the patrons made sure not to anger her, remembering the power she carried.
So, the girl answered truthfully:
"Around five or four years ago."
The black‑eyed man clicked his tongue when he heard that while the silver‑eyed one let out a whistle.
"The time lines up!" the silver‑eyed brother spoke with a smile.
And the black‑eyed brother's expression tightened, his jaw locking in place.
One was happy that the time lined up, the other was unhappy.
And it was for the same reason: the time lining up was the last confirmation they needed to know that they couldn't let the girl out of their sight.
After a while of somewhat dreadful silence, the black‑eyed man snapped his fingers and a servant walked in through the kicked door.
"My Lord, you called?" the servant bowed down low.
The black‑eyed man looked at the girl.
"Take the missy to the guest room. She will be staying for a while."
Hearing that, the girl stood up from the armchair in surprise.
"Why should I stay here?" she frowned.
But she didn't remain on her feet for long.
The silver‑eyed brother reached up and grabbed her wounded shoulder again, forcing her back to her seat.
"Just stay for a day, and you won't even want to leave," his voice was just like the first time he spoke to the girl, laced with some kind of power that soothed and calmed.
Maybe because it went against the girl's nature, or it clashed with her power, or she was just naturally immune to manipulation—
instead of being soothed by the man's voice, anger flashed in her.
Ignoring the pain in her wound, she sprung to her feet and landed a punch on the man's face.
Even while hurt, the force her punches carried was great.
It forced the silver‑eyed man's head to snap to the side, his neck twisting painfully.
But unlike before, when the girl slapped him back in the alley, he didn't get angry.
He just turned his head to look at the girl while touching his cheek.
"Now what was that for?" he asked, the power gone from his voice.
Hearing the power gone, the girl calmed down a bit.
Instantly, her mind got to work, thinking about what would happen next.
She glanced back at the black‑eyed man; he was still seated, not the least bit bothered that she nearly dislocated the jaw of his brother.
So, she once again ignored the silver‑eyed man, turning her back to him, and stared at his brother instead.
"So? Why should I stay here?" her voice was coldly probing.
She really didn't look the age her body was.
The black‑eyed man briefly glanced at his brother before raking his gaze over the girl.
"You will like it here," he said instead of giving a reason.
The girl frowned.
"You know that's not what I wanted to hear," her voice lowered in anger.
"What do you need me here for? Tell me, or I'm leaving!"
To show she was serious, she turned around and walked towards the door.
At the same time, she summoned forth some of the power.
Just a bit more and it would once again (which would cause her a great backlash) activate the Limit Killer.
The black‑eyed man frowned, something flashing in his eyes.
The same glint appeared in the eyes of his brother.
The next moment, the girl felt crushing pressure on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees.
"You aren't going anywhere!" the black‑eyed brother's voice carried something that could make hell freeze over.
The girl, on her knees, twisted her head to the side, looking behind her to see the black‑eyed man staring her down along with his brother.
The black‑eyed man had stood up and his hands were visible above the desk in that position, so the girl could see black lines having formed on the skin of his forearms.
And next to him, his brother had his claws extended.
Still nearby, the servant shuddered in fear out of the girl's line of sight.
The last time he had seen the two brothers like that was even before they had created the Alley of Silence; and it was shortly before they annihilated a whole group of assassins set out to kill them.
With the girl on the ground, unable to walk away, the silver‑eyed man was the first one to calm down.
He retracted his claws and walked over to her to lift her up.
Seeing his brother moving, the black‑eyed man also began to calm down slowly and the lines on his skin began disappearing.
As they did, the pressure the girl felt on her shoulders started lifting.
So the one that caused it was the black‑eyed brother.
"What was the meaning of that?" she asked with a frown.
Her crashing to her knees wasn't the only effect the pressure had on her.
She felt like her blood had all been squeezed into a small speck, and after the pressure lifted, was returning to normal.
Of course, that wasn't really going on in her body, but it still felt terrible.