The night the lights went out across the city was the night everything changed for Rodah and Raymond. The blackout came without warning, plunging Lagos into a darkness so thick it felt alive. People lit candles and lanterns, but something about that night wasn’t right. From the window of their small apartment in Ajegunle, the twins sat together, staring blankly into the void. They had been blind since birth, but they could "see" in ways that others couldn’t. It wasn’t sight in the normal sense—it was something deeper, something no one could explain. “Mama,” Rodah said quietly, her voice cutting through the tense silence. “They’re coming.” Their mother, Gloria, froze. “Who’s coming?” Rodah tilted her head, as if listening to a far-off sound. “The shadows. They’re looking for us.” Raymond, usually quiet and reserved, nodded. “We need to warn them.” “Warn who?” Gloria asked, fear creeping into her voice. “The city,” Raymond said. “Something bad is about to happen.”
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