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In the weeks after Amane’s arrest, news headlines ran rampant across town. Every local publication was desperate to get their hands on the latest juicy story, and really, what better way to up sales than exploiting a literal grade schooler?

*Secret Underground Cult Unveiled?! 12 Year Old Incarcerated for the Murder of…*

You feel the urge to crumple the newspaper sitting on your doorstep up, maybe even set the photo on the front page ablaze. It’s a photo of you, her, and your parents, back when things seemed normal. Back when the four of you were together.

~~But things were never truly normal, were they? When she wasn’t being punished for stepping out of line, it was you. It was always you.~~

As you leave your run-down apartment, you make sure to slam the door extra hard — an attempt at venting your frustrations. This ‘scandal,’ as old man Kishima next door had called it, was a real mess, too convoluted for its own good.

~~And whose fault is that?~~

…You pick up the newspaper and hastily shove it into your bag.

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The visitation office is practically empty at this time of day, save for you and a particularly gaunt-looking young woman. At the front desk, a stone-faced middle-aged man greets you, not bothering to even ask you to state your business. No one here does anymore.

“Please proceed to Room A,” He says, pointing towards the hallway to his left.

Within a few minutes, you’re seated in an awfully uncomfortable wooden chair, facing a glass partition; more accurately, you’re staring right into your sister’s bright green eyes. Even that title feels strange — for years, ever since she was born, she’s been “Amane-san” to you. No “Sister” or anything of the sort.

The distance between you and Amane feels suffocating, much more than it did back home.

Amane is the first to break the silence, speaking into the receiver. “You came to visit… again. Did something happen?”