Mdou and Moctar at the River Square

The door swung open, the force creating a small breeze within the spacey corner shop as the bells next to the door rang. The shopkeeper, short and squat, looked over at the door and gasped.

It was them. The twins. Mdou and Moctar. The wardens of the River Square. They invited themselves in, each identical to the other- a well fitted suit, hair in a dark braid, and a demeanor sharp enough to cut stone. They loomed over the shopkeep, staring down at him like gargoyles on a city street.

"It's come to our attention that you haven't properly paid your dues to your "landlords", Mr. Buragohain." Mdou said.
"Mmm. We run a tight ship here, sir. You know very well that this cannot be tolerated." Moctar agreed.

"Y-You... I haven't been able to pay!" the shopkeep sputtered. "Y-Y-You can't... This is my-my lifeblood! H-H-How am I..."

"That's none of our concern, Mr. Buragohain." Said Moctar, shaking his head a little. "This is one of the top economic centers in Rakin City. If you wanted such a prime spot, you should have been able to pay back those who have so graciously granted it to you."
"Unfortunately, Mr. Buragohain..." Mdou said after his twin. "We'll have to shut down your store."

The shopkeep shivered, sputtered, and in his shock, let a punch fly.

It stopped mid-air right before it made contact with Mdou's face, unflinching as they continued to look down at the man.

"If you're not going to make this easy, then we'll simply have to use force ourselves." They said in unison. Then, at the same name, they firmly exclaimed:

"｢Tarhatazed｣."