"What d'ya see sis?" Vincent asked. looking around. The thoughts went swirling through his head. If this room was legally a part of the building, then he would've been told.
"Vince, if you had truly killed those kids, you would've known about this room, this suit, the mannequins, everything. It's quite obvious that you don't. So you probably didn't kill these kids, did you." Casaundra said not looking at him. Vincent looked at his sister, the one who hated him for the longest time, his twin, the one who was stillborn along with him, the one who the doctors revived along with him, causing them to have the same 'gift' of seeing the dead, the one who has been through hell and keeps going.
"...no, I never hurt the kids. He did, but I had to take the fall for him." Vincent whispered, crying. Casaundra held a look of surprise.
"What did he do to you? What could he have done that was so bad that you would confess to something you didn't do?." Casaundra said looking at her brother. For the first time really looking at her brother. He still had the purple eyes, but his hair was black now. It was cropped up and was short. He had a fairly muscular build. He looked like he could take on the world in a fist fight and win, but he was still too nice to try it.
"He threatened you Cass! He threatened to do unspeakable things to you then kill you and burn your body." Vincent shouted.