When I was twenty, I adopted two boys.

Well, to be precise, those children came to me.

It happened when I was twenty, tracking down and punishing some guys who had skimmed information from a job site. On my way back to the organization after dealing with them,

I heard children crying in an alley. Twin boys were sitting on the ground in tattered clothes, weeping in the rain.

Somehow, my subordinates and I decided to raise these children within the organization, and that's how I brought them in.

Years passed, and those boys are now nearly thirty, while I have turned forty. I started living with them when they were in their late teens, and since then, I've looked after them on my own, away from the organization's direct influence.

However, as the three of us lived together, they began to show an increasing obsession and possessiveness toward me, leading to the situation we are in today.

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