A/N: Thank you to Kodamnation for putting this as a favorite. I noticed that in my profile I never said what state I was from. Hel~lo from the Show-Me state! I live in Missouri. And I don't care about stalkers cuz there are tons of Rachel's in MO. I know five, not including myself.

Enjoy!

Meiko handed Rin over to Kaito. "Put her where we put all the "Mental" people." She stalked away, still miffed by the old hag comment.

Kaito led Rin to the west wing of the police station. He looked at her pitifully. "You don't look like you deserve to be in here, but chief said so. Sorry." Then he opened the only door and shoved Rin into room. Then he quickly slammed the door shut. Rin heard a lock click.

"Hey! Haven't we met before?" Rin turned to find the Miki girl behind her. "So, want to talk?"

Standing next to Miki was a silver-haired boy with mint green eyes. Rin thought he was a girl at first, because his hair went to his shoulders and he wore a dress that looked very technology-ish.

Miki shoved the boy in front of her. "See? This is Piko. You see him now, right?"

Rin nodded.

"Yay!" Miki turned around. "HEY EVERYONE! THIS IS—" Miki turned to Rin. "What's your name?"

"RIn Kagamine."

"HEY EVERYONE! THIS IS RIN KAGAMINE! SHE'S MY FRIEND, SO HANDS-OFF!" Miki turned back to Rin, grinning. "Let's play a game!"

Miki grabbed Rin's hand, only to have it wrenched off. "What? You don't want to play? But I didn't even tell you what we were playing! Wait, where are you going?"

Rin was walking down the hall. There were some people standing outside, but most people were probably behind the many doors that lined the halls.

Rin opened up a random door. It was empty. Curious, she opened some other doors. They were all empty.

Finally, Rin opened a door to an occupied room. Inside, a short green-haired girl sat, staring at the desk. Her hand reached out, but then her other hand snatched it. She froze and slowly put her hands back in her lap.

"Hello." The girl jumped and turned to Rin, a guilty look in her eyes.

"I-I wasn't doing anything! Nothing, honest!"

Rin rolled her eyes. "I don't care what you were doing. I'd just like to ask what this place is."

The girl looked genuinely relieved. "First, introductions. My name's Megumi Nakajima. But you can call me Gumi for short. And you?"

"Rin Kagamine," Rin answered briskly. "So, can you tell me about this place?"

"Don't be so impatient. The only reason a person is sent here is because they have a mental illness and then they have to be dangerous in some way, shape or form."

Rin eyed Gumi. "No offense, but you don't look so dangerous to me."

Gumi blew out a breath, making her green bangs fly off her forehead. "Everyone tells me that. They're always saying things like, "Oh Gumi, you're so cute! It's hard to believe you're a pyromaniac."
*(Pyromania is an impulse control disorder where the people burn things to feel happy.)

"You're a pyromaniac? So, what'd you do to be labeled dangerous?"

Gumi grinned and winked at Rin. "I burned down my house and that caused my whole neighborhood to burn down. It was really beautiful." She pouted. "But then the big, bad firemen came and put it out. Why would anyone put out something so pretty? It's like scribbling over a famous painting."

Rin nodded. "I'd imagine it was pretty beautiful."

Gumi looked surprised. "You think so? Most people look at me like I'm crazy when I say stuff like that."

"I'm a psychopath. Look it up. Burning things is a symptom."

"A psychopath, huh? What'd you do?" A dark look crossed Gumi's face. "It was murder, wasn't it?"

"I didn't actually murder him. They just think I did because all the evidence pointed at me."

Gumi backed up against the desk. Her hand unconsciously reached for the drawer. "That's what everyone says. For all I know, you might be a serial killer."

Rin let out an exasperated breathe. "Look, I didn't kill anyone. I was here once, so they think I did it."

Gumi reached into the drawer and pulled out a pack of matches. When she saw this, she slammed the matches onto the desk and walked away from it. Seeing Rin's questioning glance, she explained. "The police said that if I could avoid setting anything on fire for a whole month, they'd let me go. Then that goddamn chief lady put a pack of matches here. The temptation is really bad."

"Do you want to leave this place?" Rin asked.

"Of course I do! But there's no way out. The only door out is always locked."

The only door out is always locked. Then how… "Oh!" A lightbulb went off in Rin's head. "Come on, we're getting out of here."

Rin grabbed Gumi's wrist and dragged her to the door. "You heard the lock click in place, didn't you?"

Gumi nodded. "It's locked. No doubt about it—"

Rin turned the door knob and the door opened. "I knew it. The officers probably have something that makes the sound of a lock clicking into place. When I came here, the officer who brought me here opened the door without using a key. Now that I think of it, there isn't even a keyhole."

"Wow, you should be a detective," Gumi admired.

"I am."

A/N: Okay, that was short and pointless. I don't really have a plot in mind right now, so eh…All I wanted to do was introduce Gumi. Sorry, I'll do better next chapter. Until then, eat, sleep or do whatever it is that you people do.

Thanks for reading!