They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend- but that was a lie. They were supposed to be friends, no, family. But not is all as it seems. Gilded blood runs heavy. (( THIS IS A SEQUEL!!! READ A REQUIEM FOR HOME FIRST!!!) pls?)

A home is a place of belonging. Whether it's with friends, family, or just a lonesome sanctuary. But there was nowhere they belonged. That's why they're here in this facility. But this lab was not a home, that was a certainty. That doesn't mean a home didn't exist outside of its plain white walls. After all, anywhere is home with the right people.

Losing something doesn't necessarily mean the item is gone forever. It's merely missing. Why doesn't the same apply when losing someone? Maybe... they're just waiting to be found. (THIS IS A SEQUEL!! READ UNTIL ALL IS LOST FIRST PLEASE ,') )

Something was different, something was wrong; but no one cared to see. The looking glass is clouded and distorted, yet those who look through it are oblivious to the imperfections. If no one notices an issue, why fix it? ... "You're not Techno."