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It had been an hour since Katarus passing, Akita hadn't moved from her spot where she stood. She just stayed completely still looking at Kataru not speaking or crying or making a noise. The nurse and man were starting to get worried about where her family was, they should have came for her by now or she should have said something. "I need to have a talk with you."The man said to Akita, she stared at him not making a sound but nodded and followed him into another room where they each sat on a chair opposite each other with a table in between them. "My name is David." the man said to her expecting her to reply, after a minute he sighed "What's your name?" She didn't reply, "I need to know your name in order to take you back home" she glared at him "Akita." "Alright that's a start" he thought
"Now Akita, how old are you?", "I don't know." He looked at her confused and shocked "Okay well.. Kataru was your twin and the tests said he was fourteen so you also must be fourteen." she nodded "Do you have a last name?" Akita looked at him with a straight face "no." His expression softened as he looked at her, this poor girl. "Do you have parents?" her breaths started to become shorter and more shallow, she did have a father but their relationship was beyond 'complicated' he asked again "Akita where are your parents." she once again stayed silent and shaking "Okay.. I'll give you some time, get some rest Akita it's late" David stood up and helped Akita get up, he then took her to an empty room "Just try and sleep" he said softly, starting to walk out the room. Akita looked at him clenching her fist and mustered up all her courage "W-Wait! How did.. it happen..?" The man stopped in his tracks listening to Akitas broken up words "..he was killed.." he took a deep breath "he was killed by.. Vex." David then walked out of the room leaving Akita alone with her thoughts.

There were so many emotions running through Akitas mind but one thing was for sure, she was scared.

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