The sound of beeping echoed around the plain white walls the composed the sterilized room. That was the only thing to break the thick silence in the room, only accompanied by the faint breathing coming from the unconscious boy laying in the bed. Eventually, his eyes began to twitch as he slowly woke from his slumber. Sat next to him was three people, happy as can be. His wife, who he adored to no end, and the two children who he would protect to no end. Who he wished he'd protect to no end. He could feel his life teeter on the edge of the living, the beating of his heart syncing completely with the machines around him. He closed his eyes for a few minutes, painfully rubbing his eyes with what little strength he could muster. He looked around for a sign of where he was before looking back at where his family were. They were no longer there, replaced by the blank plastic chairs that were there for family visits.

"Heh. Family visits. Like anyone will visit me here of all places." He laughed silently to himself before struggling to sit up. His head hurt. His chest hurt. His everything hurt. He ran his hands over his body, assessing the damage that had been done. He had multiple sets of stitching running across his body, the main ones being the one across the back of his head, and one across his chest. Swinging his legs out from under the blanket, he held onto the IV stand for support as he stood up. He tried multiple times, each time falling back onto the bed with a painful grunt. The last time he attempted it, he managed to support himself on the IV stand. Slowly, he shuffled his way to the door, pulling the stand with him. He pushed open the door and peeked around before confirming that no one would disturb him. He wandered down the corridors for a while before making his way back to his room. As he went past one room, he heard something strange. A piano. "What the?" He pushed open the door to see a piano at the corner of the room. Sat at the piano was Weiss, singing a song to her beloved in the bed next to her.

"Mirror mirror, what's behind you? Save me from the things I see. I can keep it from the world, why won't you let me hide from me? Mirror mirror, tell me something- who's the loneliest of all?

I'm the loneliest of all." She finished, the last sentence allowing her voice to fade as she played the last keys. She turned towards Yang, picking up her hand. Eric announced his presence.

"Mirror Mirror."

"Hmm? What?" She looked shocked to see Eric standing in the doorway. She didn't even attempt to reclaim her ice-queen posture. Instead she just sat there, her gaze returning to Yang. Eric's eyes didn't leave her either.

"You should call that song Mirror Mirror." She agreed with a slight grunt, stroking the hand she held. He looked around for a clock and found one shortly.

"Midnight." he muttered to himself. "I didn't even save her."

"That's not true."

"Hmm?"

"One of the guys at the scene said that the truck rolled right over the pair of you, right over your chest. The doctors said that you both should've been crushed, but obviously you weren't. Thankfully, because of you I'm guessing, she took much less damage than you did."

"Then why am I awake but she isn't?"

"You obviously have a stronger aura than her." Weiss sighed as the grip on her hand tightened slightly.

"Yeah right." He snorted, going to walk out the door. "I'm leaving for tonight. If she wakes up before I visit again, give me a ring yeah?" She nodded, and he shuffled back out the door and to his room, where he redressed himself, hid his face and walked out of the ward. He paused for a second as one of the nurses stood there and stared at him for a few minutes, before dismissing him as a visitor, and with that, he strolled out of the hospital and to the nearest club he could find. On the way there, he forged himself a fake ID so that he'd be served, and joined the line of people waiting to get in.

After roughly 10 minutes of waiting, the security guard finally looked at him for a few minutes. Looking him up and down, he nodded and signalled for him to to go in. He made his way to the bar, basically swimming through all the people who were on the dance floor. One girl tried to drag him towards her, but he just shrugged her off without paying much attention to her. He sat down on an empty bar stool, the volume of the music making him want to tear his eardrums out.

"What's your poison?" He looked up to see a tall man polishing a glass. He was in a white dress shirt, black dress trousers and a waistcoat, also black. He topped it all off with a red tie and some simple, carefully shaven stubble.

"Something really strong. Vodka, that'll do." His eyes grazed over the man slumped into one of his barstools.

"He barely looks old enough to drink." Junior thought to himself. still cleaning the already sparkling glass. "Lemme see some ID." He demanded to the mess in front of him. He looked seriously beaten. His eyes were slightly diluted, his skin pale. His shirt had blood covering it and his trench coat was ruffled beyond belief."

"Yo!" Eric shouted, tapping the bar table hard. "Drink! Come on!"

"Lemme see some ID!" He repeated, putting the glass down. People stared over their shoulders and some murmured before the clicking of heels took Juniors attention away from Eric.

"Is there a problem?" A female voice asked from beside him.

"Yeah. This ass isn't showing me any ID but he wants a drink."

"You heard the boss." A voice appeared from his left, similar to the other female voice. "Show us some ID and you can have a drink. Simple." Eric sat there in silence, slowly clenching and unclenching his fists. Junior slammed an empty glass next to him.

"Do something with him girls."

"Whatever. Come on Miltia, let's throw him out." The person on his left grabbed his arm, and when he tried to squirm out of it, the other brought him into a headlock, pulling a claw close to his face. He looked around to see that the crowd was splitting as the girls walked ahead, dragging him along.

"Wait." They paused in the middle of the dance floor. "Let's do something else Miltia." She beckoned for her to follow, and still holding Eric in a headlock, she dragged him towards a door labelled 'VIP', then through another door labelled 'Security'. Miltia pushed him into a chair then sat opposite him, the other girl sitting next to her. Finally getting a good look at them, he noticed that they were both twins. The main difference between the two, however, was their clothes. The one called Miltia was dressed in red, her dress seemingly made of...newspaper articles.

"Newspaper?" Eric thought to himself, pulling a face at the dress. "Surely you can't make a dress out of newspaper." His gaze drifted to her face. Her pale skin was made more noticeable by her heavy use of red make-up. She blushed lightly when she noticed she was staring at him, the red in her cheeks barely being seen over her make-up. He looked towards the second girl. She was dressed similarly to her sister, but her dress was white instead. Her face was near identical to her sisters, but she wore blue make-up instead, in just as much or a higher quantity.

"So, you just going to stare at us or are you going to say something?" The unknown girl asked, smirking at him.

"Yeah actually." He turned back to Miltia. "This might sound a bit weird, but is your dress made of newspaper?" She looked taken aback, before quickly nodding. "That's so cool." He leaned forward, both their eyes lighting up. "How'd you do that?"

"Well I-" She was cut off by her sister, clicking towards him.

"Hey new boy. We're here for your ID, not to start a newspaper club. Cough up." Sighing, he pulled out his scroll and showed her his forged ID. "It's fake. Ah screw it, Junior's too stupid to know the difference. Go on, you can bugger off now."

"I wanna stay here with you two now. You've interested me."

"Really now? How have we done that?"

"Well, for one." He pointed towards Miltia's dress. "Her dress. She didn't tell me how she did that. Another thing is your weapons." The girls glanced towards their respective weapons, before looking back at him. "Maybe we could talk over a couple of drinks?" Both eyed him for a minute, before the blue girl replied.

"Maybe we can." She beckoned for him to follow, and all three of them walked down the corridor, the opposite way they'd come before, towards a pair of big pair of red and blue doors. The doors themselves were quite strange, but in a way, really cool. Each door had the respective girls colour, but had some form of swirling detail going across it, in the opposite doors colour. Past the doors was a set of long winding stairs, each split in half with the colour blue or red. Each grabbing an arm, the twins pushed open the double doors and pulled him through.