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Dear Vampire Oz, my brother has been going through certain treatments but I fear the treatments are not working. I have reasons to believe his doctor isn't all there... So I went out of my way to choose a new home for him. Please come take him. Once you meet him I think he'll be of interest to you. After all... He is a wizard. Below are the coordinates to his current prison.

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"Patient K. Hachirobei," A nurse called out to a room full of people. "The doctor will see you." Out of all the patients in the room of Nightingale Asylum, only one's body trembled from his name being called. It was a young boy. Fourteen- maybe fifteen years of age. He had dark black hair that was knotted up into a messy braid that another patient had put in it and his eyes shown a dark green as they widened from the realization he was next. He was a frail boy. He was the unhealthiest in the room because he didn't like the cafeteria's meals. He was known for being a troublemaker about it- often being force fed. His records that was being held on a clip board in the nurse's arms stated that he was a case of difficulty. There was a thick file for him under the clip board but the main approached topics on the list of why he was there had the following, schizophrenic, cannibalism, suicidal, memory loss, and a whole trail of other words that weren't worth picturing. "Don't make me call your name again. Right this way," she told him firmly. Nightingale Asylum was known for it's medical use in curing it's patience. Patient K. Hachirobei was no exception, he got the same treatment as most did in the asylum.... He just got extra attention.

This time, the patient obeyed the word of the nurse... since he knew that they had their ways to get back at him later during the day for being disobedient. As soon as he stepped into the hall, the nurse walked with him, reading over his file. "There's great news. Dr. Philips is a full time doctor here and he's taking on your case as his first. Isn't it exciting? You will get to see him daily now instead of his weekly visits. He just finished his medical degree and Nightingale hired him," the nurse told the patient- as if it mattered to him. She just wanted to gossip. "This means he's in charge fully of your treatment plans, therapist sessions, and most importantly your life entirely here at Nightingale. He's going to make sure you're comfortable since you are his special- first patient. Your old doctor- Dr. Maggots retired. You won't be seeing him again. Oh it says here you should be expecting your siblings to pay you a visit later today. You have a lot happening today, don't you? If the doctor decides to treat you today, you might not get to see them. He's already signed off that you're not allowed to have visitors the rest of the day after your treatments." As soon as she was done telling the patient things she thought he aught to know, she stopped at a door with 'Dr. Philips' in gold and bold colors on the top half of it. She knocked on it politely.

"Come in," Dr. Philips's voice rang out from the other side of the door. She opened the door for the patient. K. Hachirobei walked into the room and sat down on the medical metal table since it was the only thing in the room he was allowed to sit on. The nurse had lead him into a treatment room. Dr. Philips was studying another set of K. Hachirobei's medical records. He was in a comfortable seat.

"Anything I can do, Dr. Philips?" The nurse asked politely.

"No, that will be all. I can take it from here. He's a small boy with a broken spirit. I'm not worried," Dr. Philip's voice stung the air like an angry bee. The nurse blushed before rushing out of the room as quick as she could- shutting it behind her. Dr. Philips stood up- and crossed the room quickly. He locked the door and pushed his chair up to it- to jam the handle. No one was getting in the room. His eyes shot back to his patient as a wicked smirk crossed his face. Dr. Philips had dirty thoughts on his mind and that's just what was showing with the bulge in his pants. He probably was drooling over his patient's documents all morning. Waiting on the perfect time to strike. He got off on this, that's why he went into the field. "How are you feeling today?" He asked, a typical question.