Warning : This takes place in the mental asylum.
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"Rehabilitated?"

She echoes softly as she stares at them, blinking her eyes. They had merely stared at her back, eyes hollow and empty.

"Yes. Rehabilitated."

They spoke monotonuosly, nodding their head in the process. She blinked her eyes, tilting her head to her right.

What? She didn't understand a word they were speaking.

What did they mean? Was her younger sister going to be rehabilitated? They couldn't do that! Just because she was far beyond to be saved, she had to be trapped in silver?

"B-But you can't!"

She cried out indignantly as they looked down, boring their hollow grey and black eyes into her. They shook their heads and left with a huff.

"You can't! That's my sister!"

She cried out once more as she sprinted after them. One of them turned around, an unamused expression plastered on her face. Her displeased look reminded her of her mother, abruptly disrupting her sprint.

"Look kid. If she's rehabilitated, she's rehabilitated. There's nothing you can do about it. Now if you may, please excuse us."

She turned around after she had spoke her mind in a dull manner and walked off, taking long strides to catch up with her group.

"No way..."
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This shot was something I just happen to write since I was so into the idea.

Let's just say this story is based off Mystic Messenger's Saeran and Saeyoung Choi.

Except for the fact that these two are siblings, not twins and they are girls.