a/n: Hi again! I hope you don't find these author notes annoying. But it is the quickest was to communicate with you people! :D

Again, sorry this took too long. I felt lazy this week, and had a bit of a writer's block for the next parts (it's over now, thank god! xD) Because of that, this chapter has lots of long descriptions and talking and feelings and yadayada. But I actually loved how this turned out, and I'll make later chapters more action filled. If you like the long descriptions though, that is awesome!~ And romance. There's a bit of romance.

Enjoy~

Rin's POV:

"The stars in the night sky are the torches of the angels, watching over the children of God", someone once told me.

Although the roof of the library was was not was tall as the Castle, it was enough for a full view of the stars. And that was all I needed.

I can't sleep. Nobody could, with so many thoughts screaming in your mind. My Mom and Dad. K. The future, and the past. The curse. And Miku, the way she acted when she met Len made me feel, what's the word? Awkward?

I beckoned the wind to come to me, as if it blows all these troubles away. Although it was challenging because Miku was awake, I still managed to sneak out. Also, I stuffed some of the pillows in my place, so as long as Miku doesn't question them, I'm safe. I was concerned that she might get suspicious of the fact that I haven't been moving or breathing, and try to check things out. I'm a restless sleeper, so sleeping peacefully isn't in my field of abilities.

I sighed, as a midsummer breeze set my hair to motion. I shiver slightly, regretting leaving my cloak downstairs. I felt so "incomplete" without it. Instead, I just pulled my simple velvet dress around my exposed legs, my hands warming my feet.

I pulled out the articles Miku and I had collected, deciding to look over those to keep myself busy. Our search wasn't fruitless, but it still left me with unanswered questions. Nothing in it said anything about the old lady or Oliver, but I found the documents for several of the Makers: All were female, all were insane, and exceptional craftswomen. All were obsessed with fire, and all deaths were from disembowelment. In several other cases, the disembowelment occurred after the killing.

"How do I stop this?" I pondered over and over, like a mantra. I paged through the documents, coming to a photo of a black-haired girl named Rui Kagene.

"Her name sounds so much like mine..." I thought fearfully. Rui was a fifteen year old that lived in China, dating back to the 1960's. She had started making puppets for her sister, before eventually becoming insane. She had claimed that the puppets were "plotting to kill her", before disappearing down a cliff. Her body was found three days later on shore, slit opened and emptied.

Another victim was Teto Kasane, and thankfully she didn't bear so much of a resemblance to me. Instead of a photograph, there was a drawing of a curly-haired lady with crazed eyes. Was that how I looked to everyone else?

Teto made dolls all her life, in the 1750's of Europe. She sold them in a little shop, and everyone remarked how real they looked. Thus, Teto was accused of necromancy and burned at the stake, labeled a "witch". But her charred body turned up at the mayor's doorstep, the insides spilling out. A doll of Teto herself was found, and that was also burned.

I flipped through more documents, but they were all similar. A stone sank inside of me as I realized how hopeless it was.

"Maybe I'll try to see if there is a pattern in their deaths..." I reasoned. After a quick search, nothing much turned up. I discovered that they all died in the same manner, either suicide, a fire, or murder. They all ended up with their bodies cut open.

I wanted to give up. I wanted to die, but it was also the number one thing I was avoiding. If I die, what would become of the Maker?

I clenched my fists, crushing the paper. No, I have to keep going. I've felt so weak all my life, so this is my chance to prove that I can fight. K or dolls can kill or torture me, but I just want a chance to stop this. I felt like if I can achieve this goal, I'll be able to redeem myself. I won't be a murderer anymore.

My eyes traveled over to another document, this time it was a girl with a white, crying mask. A citizen of Melancholia! Her name, proving my assumptions, was Y. The girl had long purple hair, with the front part tied in two low ponytails. She looked even younger than me, maybe twelve years old. Y is the most recent victim, murdered two years ago. And the date of her death? August 17th, the same day Len died.

"This must be important." I folded the paper and pocketed it. I had a sudden pain in my head, so I took a break. I yawned, and wiped away the tears.

Miku seemed so different from when I first met her. Do librarians ramble on and on about seemingly useless things? When was the last time I cared about the things on the ends of shoelaces, or the why some people gnash their teeth in their sleep?

But Miku was an interesting person nonetheless. She had completely shed the attitude displayed earlier, and for once she looked "happy." When she told me how she didn't know what that word meant, I couldn't help but gasp. How inhumane it must be, to not know what joy feels like. No wonder why she wouldn't stop her endless babble, it's because she never got a chance to babble in her life. All the things piling up on her tongue she had wondered as a kid had finally got a gateway to escape, and I was there to listen to it. It was a reluctant advantage, because then I don't have to say anything about myself.

Miku had been a librarian all her life. She was an orphan, and was raised by a grandfather that had moved recently. Miku had been taught to stay within a little shell, and leave everything else and other emotions out of it. She loved stories as a little girl, but was beaten every time she fantasized about living with a prince in a faraway castle. All her books were burned by the time she was seven.

However, a few months later Miku had decided to become a librarian, for the town was in great need of it. She was surrounded by books once again, but nothing of fiction and fantasy. Sometimes, old town records or books that were deemed "inappropriate" were sent to her, and she burns them in the incinerator. Nobody visited the library though, until I had came along.

I have to say, something inside of me had lifted when Miku asked me to tell her every tale I knew. I felt like something that had been missing was returned, a nostalgic restoration. I remember the stories I told Len, and channeled them to Miku. The pure fascination and bliss on her face was contagious, apparently.

I've never had a friend besides Len, and at school I was an outcast. My own parents, who are dead now, tend to turn away. But how could a misunderstood teenager be so accepting of me?

"Because we're both the same." I answered my own question. Len accepted me for who I was. I never imagined anyone else...

The stars glinted, like flakes of diamond gleaming through black stone. My hand wandered, eventually settling down on the hand-held mirror Len gave me. The edges were laden with what seemed like pyrite, the handle was even heavier than the glass itself. I let myself get absorbed in my reflection, trying to get a feeling of my identity. Why do girls like spending hours staring at their own reflection? Was it because of society nowadays, and glancing in the mirror would let them remember who they were?

They. I referred to my own kind as "they". No wonder why the people at school avoided me.

"Who am I?" I mumbled. Who was I meant to be, besides an old lady who had killed so many, in the period of a millennium?

Was I more than just a Maker?

My reflection took on a gloomy look. I noticed that the colour of my eyes were a shade lighter than Len's. And to think, before I thought they were the exact same colour. But I watched as they transformed darker and darker, until they reached a navy blue hue. My face had a strange smile plastered in an unsettling fashion. What is happening?!

I shook my head, and was astonished to find that the reflection didn't follow me. Instead, it just kept on changing, getting more masculine, more familiar...

Until it became unmistakable.

"K?!" I exclaimed. I could see that his face was coming closer to the glass that separated us. An alabaster arm with slender fingers burst through the mirror with a shower of black sparks. I dropped the mirror, cracking it, but he didn't even blink.

The blue-haired man just grinned, eyes dilating. He pulled half of his body out of the mirror, eyes pinned on me as I moved away. He didn't speak a word as he latched onto my leg, moving up to my dress. He pulled, and I could feel fabric breaking apart, as my center of gravity shifted. I feel onto the roof, face-planting in dewy shingles, and I dug my fingers into them. But the resistance didn't work. K yanked me again, with a power tenfold of my aunt's. I was dragged to the metal circlet, mirror light flooding my vision.

I gripped the golden edge of its tiny circumference. I could feel K pulling on me, as I fought to hold onto the rim of the mirror. I tried to kick, but it caused pain.

"Let go of me!" I shrieked, but my voice went somewhere else. Somewhere far away...

K just snickered, in a way a kid would after playing a nasty prank. "You let go."

"NO! I won't let you have me. I'm not going to die because of you!"

"Die? Who said anything about dying?" He questioned.

"Don't play around. I know. I know about the curse, and your intentions. So let go of me!" My fingers were aching, holding the weight of K and I combined.

His eyes went wide as he realized that I knew. Foul words followed.

"Len told you..." He hissed.

"He also told me you name was Kaito."

That set him off, for reasons I cannot fathom. "Don't say that!" K (or Kaito) ordered.

"Kaitokaitokaitokaitokaitokaitokaito!" I persisted, even though I knew that he was enraged. I wanted to show him that I wasn't afraid. But what staggered me the most was that each time I said his real name, he became more and more transparent. Knowing all too well that he was fading, K released his grip from my leg, and levitated to my face in pure hate.

"Shut up!" With his hand glowing purple, he pointed to my mouth and made a "zip" motion. A purple line complete its course, across my still-talking mouth. I found that my lips were sealed shut, with no visible substance keeping them together. My words did nothing but stay muffled in my mouth.

With this distraction, K found the moment to pry my fingers in one swift motion, causing me to tumble into the bottomless pit of darkness. I couldn't scream, as they came out in stifled squeals from the back of my throat. The last glimpse of light I witnessed was the disintegrating figure of the blue-haired man, weakened from his own name. He disappeared, giving me the death glare.

"You've won this round, Rin..." I could imagine him thinking. But I couldn't just assume that I knew his plans. Maybe he was saving energy for a final attack, one that would destroy me once and for all.

I stuck my hands out, twisting my body so I fell head first. Where were the mirrors, I thought. Where were the brilliant streaks of cerulean light? I shook those questions out. Just imagine you're a bird, gliding across the horizon. Like when you were flying through the sky, with Len.

Len. Where was he?

If I was really the "Maker," would I be able to control the course of Mirror Travel?

"Take me to Len, please."

I didn't open my eyes to see if anything responded. I just hoped Miku and Len were alright, even my crazy aunt. What I hoped was that she doesn't go insane and harass the townsfolk, about me running away with a tarnished reputation. She still thinks I killed my parents.

"Hey, is that a light?"

The back of my eyelids were an intense red colour, so I opened them. What greeted me was a pool of radiant light, and the emanation of roses. I could hear music, getting louder and louder...

As I fell face-flat in cobblestone. I sneezed once, from the dust that irritated my nose, which was strange if you had your mouth shut tight. I found myself in the cellar again, a blessed trail of music wafting from the distance. Was someone playing the piano?

The mirror, for some uncanny reason, returned to my pocket. There was a spreading crack across the glass, multiplying my reflection by a dozen. I was afraid of K returning to the mirror again, so I broke off a shard and kept it in my pocket. That way, since the mirror is incomplete, nothing will go in or out. Then if I need to use it, I can just replace the piece.

I yanked the trapdoor open, greeted by the dolls. Bathed in a light streaming from the night sky, their smiles looked even more menacing. I couldn't help but quicken my pace, chills shaking me.

"Len?" My mouth was sealed tight, and there was no way for me to get it open. I tried again and again to pry my lips open a crack, but nothing was accomplished. Giving up, I decided to follow the sound of music, which was muffled by the age of the Castle.

I padded across the velvet carpets, letting the tune guide me. Although I didn't recognize it, I found it sweet. It sounded upbeat and cute, like children on Christmas morning. I stole through the broad hallways and stairs, finally coming to a cavernous ballroom I have never seen before.

"How on earth did I miss this?" The thing could be the size of a football field. Dozens of Greek-styled columns connected by arches stood going down in an array, on both sides of the room. The ceiling was gone. Blackness replaced the expanse, places where the light of a humongous crystal chandelier didn't reach.

Awestruck by greatness, I let my eyes wander along the walls of the hall. Although there were patternless, I could imagine stories drawing themselves out like pencils on paper. Looking up, I spied oriental carvings on the arches of the column. The orange glow of the lighting transformed the floor into a red hue. Upon walking to the centre, I could see a huge clock engraved into the marble. The hands showed that it was midnight. But the time could be anything, because it appeared to be frozen.

The only other object in the room was a grand piano, one where the music was coming from. As I ducked behind one of the columns on the far side of the ballroom, I saw that the figure playing the song was Len. His fingers traveled across the keys, body moving with the momentum, and his face was peaceful.

But Len must have realized that someone was watching him. Instantly, the music stopped. He rose from the piano bench, listening carefully. When hearing nothing, he just disappeared.

"He's probably looking for me..." I breathed. I slowly emerged from the column, moving about.

Just then, the main light went out. I jumped, a shriek suppressed by my mouth. My eyes darted to find that the clock on the polished floor was glowing a light of its own.

Two hands grasped my shoulders.

I jumped back in fear, turning around I could see Len's smiling face. His eyes glowing like a cat's. "What brings you here?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't, and just made feeble gestures with my hands.

"Rin?"

I pointed to my mouth, making clawing motions to tell him that it was silenced. Realization flooded his face, and he advanced closer to me.

"What are you doing?" But there was nothing on his face to give away the answer. There was a strange enigma in the way he walked closer to me, streaked with shadows.

"What are you-"

His face loomed in front of mine, too close for comfort. As he leaned in slowly, I suddenly knew his intentions...

Pushing his head away, I flipped my head around, dashing to the opposite direction. What the heck? Why was he trying to...to kiss me?

"Hey! Wait-"

I was panicking for some reason, my heart running marathons. There was something about being in a huge room with minimal lighting, with him coming so close like that.

I hid behind a pillar, spying on him. My nostrils hurt from breathing through them too hard.

Len looked distraught, trying to find me. Then he vanished again, to who knows where. I scanned the area, my field of sight not very good.

"Boo!"

From behind me, a normally soft voice was echoed in a hollow manner. I scampered, nearly tripping as I ran to another column, then another. And then another.

Across the room, Len strolled down the hall, looking behind one of the pillars. I noticed that he didn't leave a shadow. I took this chance to flee to a different hiding spot. My clothes stuck to my skin with sweat. How long was this going to last?

"Did he see me?" With the freezing marble under my back, I turned my head slowly to check on the blonde. He was gone.

My senses didn't have an opportunity to react. With a flash of yellow and a whimsical breeze, he appeared before me. Len's fingers tightened around my arms as he continued to pin me against the pillar. I couldn't struggle, as I caught sight of his eyes sparkling under his hat. The gap between us instantly closed as his lips touched mine, causing me to shoot my eyes open. I could see that his face had shades of pink tinting his pale cheeks.

The contact lasted for two seconds. He gently released his hold on me, as I escaped his touch and backed away. Len looked at me nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened, as I started rebuking him.

"W-what the hell was that about?! Are you out of your mind?!"

He just smiled.

"What are you smiling about, you creepy rascal? Why don't you give me an answer?!"

My hands flew to my lips, as I noticed what had just happened. I was speaking! I was yelling at him, but I was able to speak again because of what he did.

The cool gaze never left his face as he filled in the moment of realization for me.

"You should stop doing that...running away, I mean."

I wiped my mouth vigorously, as if doing that would help me rid of the impending presence of his lips.

"You were acting odd. That was just really...weird."

He nodded. "I know that spell. I've done it myself, and the only way to break it is with a kiss. Or to take a page of a book, give yourself a paper cut, and then wipe the blood onto your lips." He shrugged. "I'm sure you know why I went with the quicker, cleaner way."

"But a kiss...is so intimate. I wouldn't mind if I had to cut myself, to be honest." Still, I had to agree with him.

"You say the strangest things, Rin."

"And maybe if you had explained to me what you intended on doing, I would've cooperated. It was so sudden, you know."

He smirked, crossing his arms playfully. "But it wouldn't be as fun now wouldn't it? So, what happened? Who did that to you?"

I hesitated. "K..."

"K-?! Why-"

"He was in the mirror that you gave me. K pulled me in, and disappeared after I repeated his name. But before that, he preformed the spell on me."

"The mirror? Crap, it's all my-"

"No! It's fine. It was an good idea to give me it anyways." I shut him up. "I don't think he'll be coming back soon. I took a shard out, so it won't be complete unless I need it." I pulled both objects from my dress, showing it to him.

"Smart." He mused, examining it. "But this is bad. Really bad. I have to keep you in my sight, in case you get hunted down again."

"W-what about Miku?"

"As long as she doesn't interfere with anything regarding our situation, she should be fine. Just try not to reveal to much, or else her life may be at stake."

"Okay."

Somber silence followed as we thought through the possibilities. Len was levitating a few centimeters from the ground.

"About Miku..." I ventured. "She's in love with you."

He smiled softly. "Yeah..."

"So do you like her back?"

He started walking, as he considered this. "I...I can't say. I mean, Miku is really sweet, and sensitive. She is also pretty, I admit. But I just don't think of her that way. You know, we just met. Even if I thought otherwise, it wouldn't make much of a difference. Rin, I'm dead. And she's alive."

I nodded, listening carefully. "I see your point. I'm alive, too."

"Well, you're different. You're my babysitter."

But was that a good or bad thing? Did I mean more to him than a former caretaker?

"And all the stories you told me... excluding the one about the old lady and her nephew...depicted love as a fault or boundary. I never fantasized about falling in love. Because whatever falls...-"

"-gets broken." I finished.

Walking alongside of each other, the two of us reached the piano. He beamed at me and then took a seat. I thought he would pick up from where he had left off, but he played an entirely different piece. Len's fingers ran like the river across the keys, the complicated scales reverberating from the heart of the piano. It was a depressing, yet haunting tune. It kind of reminded me of Melancholia.

With a smile, I sat down at the bench with him. He scooted over to make room for me, giving me an encouraging look to start playing.

When was the last time I played an instrument? What if I fumble with the fingering, or mess up the song? Or what if I just completely forget how to play the piano itself?

I placed my hands onto the milky white keys, and let them fly. Soon, I started touching the black ones as well. My eyes couldn't believe my fingers as the buried, musical me took over. I felt like I was given life, after the songs I loved lay dormant for a number of years.

The song kept on repeating in a loop as my hands played them. What was its name? I remember there were two parts to it. Was it a duet? Something was missing...

Len cocked his head, and picked up from the higher end of the piano. He added the harmony, as I played the chords. Together, the two parts blended like chocolate sauce on ice cream. It sounded...what's the word? Perfect?

Yeah. It was perfect.

I stopped the song just so I could give him a quick hug. He laughed and hugged me back with one arm.

"You never seemed like the affectionate type." He remarked sardonically.

I just flicked his forehead, hiding a smile. "And you never seemed like the musical type either."

"Hey...I just recognized the song you were playing. And I joined in. If you remember, it was a duet. You just looked...lonely as you played it."

"Do you remember the song's name?" I asked.

"No...some facts just never stay with me. Nothing ever stays..."

My heart ached as I remember that Len himself will be gone. On his anniversary, he is going to move on into...heaven? Although it was a hazy future, at least he would be somewhere much better than this Earth and the Spirit world.

I turned on the bench, looking into the spacious ballroom. To think, that generations ago, you would see pairs and pairs of well-dressed couples waltzing across this very floor. The lights would be generous, there will be food lining the tables, and a confident young man would play the tunes the crowds would dance along to. There used to be parties, excitement, and romance in this resonant chamber. Now, there is nothing.

"Do you dance, Len?"

His expression was curious, but he answered gently. "Yeah. In this room, by myself. Just to remind myself the pleasures of being a human."

I laid a hand on his shoulder, in case that subject saddened him. "With no music?"

Len smiled, the edges of his bandage crinkling. "No. The dolls offer to play the music for me. They can be talented, if you treat them the right way."

With a swipe of his arm, Len revealed a doll he had retrieved somehow, from the sleeve of his coat. "Remember this one?"

It was a lean man with chestnut-brown hair, and rectangular glasses. "The Pianist..." I recalled.

Len nodded in confirmation. The petite doll was placed onto the piano bench, in between us. He then brought out another doll with button eyes, a lady with wavy pink hair down her back. A small string instrument had been sewn onto her hand. The Violinist.

"Can you play a song, please?" He addressed them both politely, after setting the Violinist onto the bare music stand.

The Pianist turned his head to Len, his black button eyes blinking sleepily. Then he lifted both of his fingerless arms in a professional manner, slamming them comically on the keys. Even though it was physically impossible for the tiny body to play more than one scale, in addition its mitten-like hands, a melody flowed out effortlessly. The Violinist joined in on his composition, letting the forlorn wails entwine with the song. As I tried to make sense of the absurdity, the name of the song came to me.

"Proof of Life..." I whispered.

"I hope this song...would prove to you that I'm here, somewhere inside of you. Something to say that I have lived."

Len brought out the black rose from under his hat, the one he had stolen in the first place, and tucked it into my hair. He offered his hand, smiling.

"M-may I have this dance, Rin?" He requested, his face brimming with innocence.

"I-I-I..." I stuttered. Where was this going? I touched the petals of the flower in my hair, unsure of how to answer. I've danced alone, in the flames of death, to a tune no one else could hear. But with someone else...especially a boy?

"...Okay."

He grinned, and we ran into he middle of the ballroom. The clock started ticking...

Fast forward: Two weeks later

Len's POV:

I know you may not expect this from someone like me. Of all the people in the world, how could a spirit possibly talk about happiness?

But I know. Happiness, joy, and bliss all come from the same place: The things and hobbies you adore. The people that hold your love.

But for me, happiness was Rin. Although I never told her, I was positive Rin would know. It was all I had left.

Once I retreat from this world, it will all be gone. I would be empty-handed once again. But being with her lets me cherish those moments, letting my mind let go of the fact that I'll lose her. No matter how alive I feel sometimes, deep inside I'll always know that I'm nothing.

For almost two weeks already, Rin visited me at nighttime. She and Miku would spend the entire day together at the library, scrutinizing books and just being girls. When darkness falls, Rin would sneak out with the mirror, and meet me at the Castle. I would be waiting in the mirror, just so that Oliver wouldn't become suspicious.

And oh, the things that we would do! Sometimes in the daytime, she would bring Miku with her. From here, we talked about the curse and possible leads. Miku would explore the Doll Room and I would tutor Rin on her powers. Yes, the Original Maker had passed on supernatural abilities to her, some which may be useful if ever in combat. After spending some time observing her skills, I decided it would be best to help her develop them it there is ever danger.

First, there was mental communication with inanimate figurines. In this case, the dolls. I taught her how to project her thoughts more efficiently to them, and the concept of blocking out some messages sent to her. That way, in case the dolls ever hurl insults at her, she would be capable of closing off the connection to concentrate on reality. Even though she could effectively "speak" with them, Rin isn't able to apply those abilities to Miku and I. Human telepathy has yet to develop.

Then there was spontaneous combustion. Rin could make anything light up in flames to her will, including herself. When she had first discovered the ability, I had to stop her from becoming crazed with the fire. Great idea, giving fire-starting powers to a person obsessed with them.

But I understood her point of view. Because of this, I attempted to smother out her love of fire. I have spend hours alone holding a lit match in front of her tense face, extinguishing it whenever she made a grab or praising her when she didn't. Many times I got the look of pure insanity as she tried to fight me, to touch it. But never have I given up on her.

And my efforts became notable. Slowly but surely, I could see the passion fade from her face. It was slightly saddening, watching such life disappear from her eyes as she laid them on the thing she loved the most. However, it was for the best. To my pleasure, she was able to light a match and stare at it without batting an eyelash.

"It feels so normal...but will it last?" She had questioned.

With her relationship with fire under control, we proceeded on to spontaneous combustion. So far, the only things that Rin had ignited were the handkerchiefs and leaves I allowed her practice on. I didn't want her to use this skill frequently, just for the sake of safety.

During these sessions, it was like being a teacher to a student. But at night, however, it was different. Like the first day she found me, we played hide and seek throughout the Castle. She got to know it like she lived there, and that was something we shared. We would slide down the banisters like we owned them, gaze at the stars, and talk about life. Anything besides the curse, for that matter.

And every night, since that day, we would dance in the ballroom. I enjoyed ever second of it, because there was definitely more to it when you're with another person. I never understood why people loved to dance, and it was only until now that I got to understand it, with Rin. Before, it was just a series of jumps and twirls, but together they completed each other. Maybe I'll try slow dancing with her next...just so we could get a chance to focus on one another.

Was I in love with her? I should know, being powered by it and everything. How could I comprehend someone else's feelings if I didn't even know my own? After each dance, I feel something different. Though I couldn't decipher it, I knew Rin was feeling it too.

For now, I'm just going to say it's expectancy of the curse. We know it's going to happen. K is going to strike again, and something huge is coming.

However, was it too much to ask that as long as she's here, I want to be there with her? I may never get my answer, but I yearned to be happy. And my wish was granted, just by being with Rin and Miku.

But things were going to change. They always do.

a/n: Len's my favourite character to POV, right in between Miku and Rin. The things he says are depressing, but he never stops smiling~ ;_;

I was listening to "Can't I Even Dream" by Miku, when typing the scene where Rin and Len were playing the piano. So I guess you can say that was the song they were playing, and its tune suits the setting too :3 ^.^

Proof of Life is a song by Rin, a counterpart to Soundless Voice. They're both by Hitoshizuku-P and the lyrics are true tearjerkers. All of these songs are popular on Youtube, so go search them up if you like~ :]

If you can guess who the Pianist, Violinist and Y are based off of, you deserve a cookie! (I'm sorry Teto's dead) It's probably obvious anyways.

Thanks for reading! xoxo