Dio crawled out, holding a body in his arms. At first, I thought it was a corpse considering how bloody it was, but when it moved, I knew it was alive.

'What is that?' I asked, trying not to sound too frightened.

He walked over to the sink, tearing off a piece of his clothing and soaking it with water. He cleaned the face of...water he was holding. Once it was clean I realized it was girl.

She was very small and weak looking. Her long rusty hair would touch the ground if she were standing. Her eyes weren't red. Not as in red and puffy, but her eye color was actually RED. Her cheeks were rosy and cute. Was she an experiment of father's?

'Dio? Who is she?'

He shrugged his shoulders, still holding her in his arms. "I guess she'd a fellow experiment."

The girls head turned as her glance shot over to me. She looked surprised. "That doll can talk?"

Her voice was sweet and heavenly, oddly soothing as well. Besides some dirt and blood on her face, this child was beautiful. She looked around 6 or 7.

I wasn't sure how to respond, so Dio said something in my place. "Yes she can talk."

The girl cocked her head in confusion. "But dolls don't talk..."

Dio sighed. "She isn't exactly a doll. At least, she won't be for long..."

Suddenly Dio keeled over, falling to his knees along with the girl.

'Dio?! What's wrong?!"

The child raised a finger, signalling for me to be silent. I didn't want to, but I did.

Eventually, Dio got back up, looking shocked and confused. The girl looked like she just had an epiphany.

"Sorry," she apologized to Dio. "One of my talents is seeing into peoples' minds."

Dio's eyes widened. "Can you really do that?"

She nodded a bit. "Yeah. Her name is Aya Drevis. Her soul is trapped in her body and you want to save her. You need to sacrifice the bad man...Alfred, her father, to do it. Also, I can see how much you like her."

Dio blushed madly. I probably would've too if I had ny control of my actions. The child smiled brightly.

"So I was right? Yay! I want to help you destroy the bad man!"

This little girl seemed so adult all of a sudden, but she was still so innocent at the same time. It was obvious she'd been subjected to experimentation, but she was still so cheerful. And she didn't seem bothered at the fact we were killing father either.

"Of course not. He's a bad man. He deserves to die a long and painful death."

This girl...had she just read my thoughts?!

She nodded. "Yeah. I just told you that I could read minds. And don't call me 'little girl.' My name is Arisu."

Dio looked confused. He probably wasn't sure about our own private conversation. Well, I don't blame him. Our real question is what do do with this girl?

"The name's Arisu!" she cried out. "And I said to take me with you! I'll be useful! Since I can hear thoughts, I'll know when someone's coming and I want to kill that bad man! Plus, I'm a great match maker. I can hear how in love with each other the two of you are."

Ack! Stop reading my thoughts! Besides, I don't like Dio, do I? I've never really thought about it.

"Yes You have. You've thought about him a lot actually. Just confess your undying love!"

Ack! How does a six year old know all this grown up stuff?

"I read a lot of books. There was nothing else to do down here. And by the way, I'm seven!"

'Can you stop reading my thoughts!" I cried out.

"Yeah! Don't read mine either!" screamed Dio, blushing. "You got the whole liking Aya thing wrong. I'm helping her for poor Monika's sake!"

Arisu giggled. "You can't hide your thoughts from me! I know all of your secrets. With this mind reading ability, I've become a great black mailer!"

"Will you quit?!" Dio and I shouted simultaneously.

Arisu laughed again, her voice sounding light as air. She was such a cute and mysterious child, yet she was willing to spill father's blood.

"Sorry," she said, turning to me, eyes cold, expressionless, and distant. "But that bad man needs to be stopped. Mind reading is a curse as well as a blessing."

I felt so sorry for her. I could start weeping right now. I could only imagine the torture father must have put her through. What had father wanted with her anyway?

"Do you want me to show you?" she asked both me and Dio. "I can show you what your father did to me. I can project some strong memories I have to others. Do you really want to see it?"

Dio nodded. "I'm not quite sure what you guys were saying to each other, but I'd like to know what Alfred was doing with you. It might add so fuel to the fire so I can kill him more painfully."

I winced. The topic of father's death was still rough for me, even though I knew the kind of horrible things he has done.

Arisu looked over at me, staring into my blank eyes. Her red eyes seemed to glow. "Do you want to see, Aya?"

Did I? Well, I did feel bad for her and seeing this might help me help her. Plus, it might make me feel a bit more merciless toward father.

'Show me!'