"E-Eh? Different how?" She inquires.

The exact hard copy of the letter is stored away somewhere, but I more or less have the words ingrained into my mind after countless hours spent reading over it. Gripping the edge of the bed, I slowly suck in a breath of air and exhale through my mouth to calm down. I will not break down. I won't.

"It goes something like this..." I begin.

Len,

Please don't blame yourself for what I have done. It's something I've been meaning to do for a while now, but just never had the courage until now. There are some things that you should know, things that I've kept to myself all this time.

Father...has many problems. In fact, we have such an isolated house because his parents wanted to keep him away from the rest of the world. Whether it was out of protectiveness or shame, I don't know. Mother is actually a nurse sent to care for him, and was raped by him. That's what she told me, at least. It would be more believable if she wasn't living like an heiress and then running off when things started to worsen. I suppose mental instability is just in our genes.

Also, I don't know if you've noticed or not, but Oliver seems to have inherited some of Father's psychopathic traits. He's our step-brother, born from an unfortunate encounter between a confused foreign lady and a heavily drugged hallucinatory man. He stares at me with the same, twisted and lustful look Father often gives me. Disgusting, huh? But that's not the main reason I did this.

Recently, I was diagnosed with Multiple Personality Disorder. It seems that there is another side to me that comes out at night. Mother's injuries weren't inflicted by Father, who was always on sedatives, but by me. I lashed out at servants who turned a blind eye and overdosed Father as well. The second me wants our parents dead for bringing us into a warped world and continuing to torment us. It seems I was the cause of Mother's abandonment of you. My thirst for blood is growing stronger, and I can only hope to refrain from possibly hurting you by doing this to myself. Just know that I really, really loved you.

"...And that's pretty much it." I conclude.

Indeed, it would appear that my insanity was simply inevitable. We're simply an entire family of nutcases and mental patients, quite incredulous really. Everything is so ridiculous. How are we all so messed up? Hilarious. I feel a choking, strained laughter bubbling up from my chest and I burst out into gasps for air.

"Oh my goodness...Len..." Rin whimpers, and softly places her hand on top of mine. As she strokes my whitening knuckles, I feel drops of liquid splattering onto our combined hands. At this point, I'm not entirely sure whose it is.

It's hard to explain my emotions. They come and go like an overwhelming tide that overflows my brain and takes complete control over my actions. When the wave washes away, I'm left with a hollow emptiness in my strained body. All I can really do is sit and wait for the next surge of insanity. I'm used to it, and have come to relish in fits of violence and bloodshed. It's thrilling and the only action that brings some sort of pleasure or happiness.

But to think that Lenka-nee was...bloodthirsty. It's much different than the kind, soft memories I have of her. Though, I can't say it isn't amusing how similar we siblings are. I wonder what weapons she preferred to use. Did she simply use her hands to beat and strangle? The medicine overdoses were truly clever and untraceable; I'm actually quite proud. There are so many things I want to talk to her about, so many people I want to hunt down with her. Call it a sister complex, or misery likes company.

"I don't even know what to say." She blurts, cutting into my thoughts.

I turn to face her, and slowly absorb every inch of her image. Her white silk nightgown is rumpled and pulled off her right shoulder, which is covered by a sheet of fair blonde hair. It's grown longer since when we first met, and now extends to her upper back. She seems paler and thinner, and there are faint hints of eye bags under her beautiful azure irises. The trembling hand laid atop my own is small and childlike. At a glance, she looks frailer than ever. Yet there is an emerging strength rising in her gaze that I had never seen before.

My heart throbs with yearning for this person. I shall certainly cherish her forever. Yes, she is my sole princess in this world. My...sole...my one and only. I must be destined to be with her. Rin? I love Rin? Or...Lenka-nee? No, one is my princess, and one is my partner. I think I know who's who. I will have her, own her, chain her by my side. My cute little doll for me to play with. I'll surely kill anyone who comes in our way, even myself.

"You don't have to say anything. Just be here." I demand.

The corners of her lips tug upwards and she nods, tightening her grip on my hand.

We spend a while sitting in silence, holding hands. Perhaps a few minutes, or maybe an hour; I don't really know or care. I can feel the warmth of her body through the fabric of my jacket, and my skin tingles with anticipation at her touch. If only we could stay here for an eternity. Together. Alone. Without restraint.

After some time, she speaks. "Hey, where do you suppose Oliver lives?"

"I burned his old house into rubble and ash, so most likely not there. Given that he's holding a girl captive, I would assume it is someplace remote. My best guess would be that newly built Western-style mansion just outside of city limits." I reply.

The warmth evaporates from my side as she swiftly hops off the bed and heads towards the closet. I was relishing in the soft skin of her hand against mine. Who gave you permission to get up like that? I want her shackled to me, unable to move away.

"Where do you think you're going?" I snipe, grabbing her wrist.

She twirls around, glowing with energy and resolve. "Isn't it obvious? I'm getting changed so that we can go rescue Lenka-san. Hurry up and prepare some weapons."

Hmm? It would appear that my little doll just ordered me around. This determination in her voice, where did it come from? Surely she isn't expecting to barge into the maggot's house and pillage it in a blind search for my sister. Such a spontaneous, ill-thought out plan is coming out of my lover's mouth. How interesting. Well, I would rather enjoy seeing the look on that vermin's face.

I'll play along with her then. "Alright. Change into the clothes I've prepared for you then follow me into my arsenal room."

With a curt nod, she disappears into the closet. In the midst of her excitement, my clumsy lover left the door open a sliver. On accident, or secretly on purpose? What an intriguing situation.

I gaze at her undress through the crack. The silky fabric of the nightgown slides off her slender body with ease, revealing a pair of matching lace panties and bra that scantily clad the tender areas underneath. Her small waist, smooth arms, and snow white curves of her calves and thighs form an alluring, feminine figure that entices me to no end. Within seconds, her figure is clothed with a short frilly dress and high socks. The design resembles a Victorian-style muslin, modified to end before her knees. Lightweight and doll-like, it suites my tastes very much.

The door creaked open and she emerged, rather flushed and fidgety.

"Is this...all?" She squeaked.

Embarrassed? How pitifully cute. "What's wrong? Are they not to your liking?"

"Er.." Her hands fiddled with the hem of the skirt. "It's...fine."

I allow my eyes to scan her entire outfit, indulging in the porcelain beauty before heading out and motioning for her to follow. At the end of the hall, my weapons room sits, fully stocked as ever.

A slight gasp escapes from her throat as she steps in. Lined with an array of dangerous blades and munitions of varying sizes, the room is astonishing to the average person, to say the least. I pocket a switchblade, strap a pistol onto my belt, slip on some spiked brass knuckles, and pull off my shirt to conceal a bulletproof vest underneath. She squawks and turns away at the sight of my chest. I wonder what color her face is right now.

Adequately armed, I prepare to leave. This amount should be enough for a basic infiltration without arousing public panic when I step out of the house. Perhaps I ought to stuff my jacket with some explosives. Lighter fluid and matches would be ideal for burning his second house down. Yes, I'll fill up a bottle with lighter fluid and hide it in my sleeve. Now off to the kitchen.

"What about me?" She interjects.

Her? What about her? Surely my doll isn't thinking of handling a weapon. I alone am enough to protect her. She must be solely dependent on me, desperately need me, unable to live without me.

As if understanding my thoughts, she argues. "I'm not going to hide behind your back the entire time. Give me a weapon! I want to defend myself! Besides, you're probably going to need some help in case Oliver has guards."

How frustrating. A doll shouldn't be able to independently move without her master. Though, I suppose it would be troublesome to transport both her and Lenka-nee out.

"...Fine." I walk over and pick out a small, elegantly crafted handgun. Reluctantly, I place it in her hand.

She grasps the handle and practices aiming it. "You just point and shoot, right?"

What a cute, simple girl. "Straighten and steady your arm, use both hands for now. Be careful of the recoil and don't hesitate or waste ammunition."

She clumsily holds the gun, firing at random with the safety lock on. Honestly, how was my little toy planning on fighting? I'll just have to guide her like a child.

I walk next to her and adjust her stance. Her sweet scent wafts into my lungs at the proximity, and I find myself closing the gap between us. It would be so much better if we had chains and whips instead of handguns. I could teach her to tie someone up with rope, with a personal demonstration. I'll bind each limb with a handcuff and render her immobile, then violently explore every inch of her serene form. The possibilities are endless! But which half would I start with first?

"L-Len?" She exclaims with rouge cheeks. Getting excited? "We should probably go now."

That British bastard, cutting into a wonderful moment. I will surely execute him for occupying my lover's thoughts. Starting with a few bullets to the legs, then with cuts to the chest, a few stabs in the stomach, and the skin peeled off the arms. But the face is the most fun. After gouging out the eyes, carve out some small holes and fill them with lighter fluid. Then light a match and watch the hilarity ensue.

"Len!"

Yes, we must leave now to complete it by sundown. Armed and ready, Rin and I set out with a mutual objective.