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Hidden away from the world as a child, like her two older, twin brothers. A secret. A mistake. No one wanted her. Her mother, if you could even call her that, beat and starved the poor girl, her father, a high up in the political world, threatened daily without fail to kill her and the two twins he believes are the worst mistake he ever made. And maybe he was right. Her brother, Saeyoung was strong, he could go outside, while the other two, Saeran and the (Y/N) we’re stuck in the house at all times, most of the time even tied to a rope so they could not leave. Saeyoung was strong, but could only take one.

It was when the mop of blue hair came into their lives that she finally saw a sliver of hope. She could leave with her brothers, they could all be happy somewhere else. Not for long. Nothing good last for long. The blue haired man’s blonde haired lover turned. She became the darkness the three children were afraid of as children. Saeyoung disappeared with V, and left the other two in the care of Rika.

Drug after drug after drug, until it finally was stuck in both of the children’s heads. Saeyoung and V never cared for them. They were used as a ploy for Saeyoung to escape the house. They didn’t matter. But at Magenta, they mattered. They were special. They were strong. And that’s all they needed to hear.

Saeran turned to Ray, kind, gentle, flower loving Ray. (Y/N) turned into Luna. The quiet and strong girl, constantly at Ray’s side as she helps infiltrate the RFA’s servers to destroy Saeyoung for abandoning them.

Together, the two siblings felt as if they could accomplish anything they set their minds to, including taking down their brother, who was seemingly enjoying himself, while they suffered and were forced to take drug after drug, constantly in pain.

As far as Saeyoung knew, they were okay. Rika had sent him pictures for his 20th birthday of them, and they seemed happy. And he knew that if he had to suffer for all eternity as a hacker for them to be safe and happy, he would do it with a smile on his face. What he didn’t expect was the call from V that night. Begging for help. He had screwed up, everything was too far out of his grasp.

V had infiltrated the paradise and was seen as a traitor and taken to what everyone called the downstairs. No one wanted to be sent there. You got cleansed there, and no one wanted to be cleansed again. It was torture, utter agony. Hallucinations, fear, pain, sadness. And then, happiness. The light at the end of the tunnel. V had underwent a cleansing. No one knew he would have had his cellphone on him. No one knew he’d call Saeyoung. Telling him everything. But not about his siblings. Not about the hell they had undergone and the fact that they were the ones doing this to him. Because he deserved it. He ruined two perfect children, and this was his punishment, to be tortured by their hands.

When Saeyoung finally was able to trace the call back to where V was located, it was him and Vanderwood who went after them. Not alerting the RFA of anything, just up and disappearing. Out of all the terrible things that had happened to him, this is the worst that could have ever happened.

His twin, his younger sister, both different than when he left them. Both had dyed their hair white, the natural colors barely evident at the tips of both. Their eyes were different. An unnatural mint green hue to them both, like they had the color injected into them. They both seemed to hate him, launching into attack mode when he and Vanderwood set foot in the downstairs. It took all that he had not to cry at the sight of both of them. Anger and murder in their eyes, but a bit deeper, the longing sadness of being left behind.

Vanderwood had to restrain (Y/N) because Saeyoung had his hands full with Saeran. The not so little girl could really put up a fight, is the thought that ran through Vanderwood’s head. She struggled, crying out for Saeran, telling him to leave and go get help, but he refused to leave her alone. They had been abandoned once, and he would not leave her again. Both agents make eye contact and nod, before hitting both the siblings on the back of the head, rendering them unconscious. It hurt Saeyoung just a bit to see them like that, but he had no other choice, if he wanted to save them.

The road to recovery was a tough one. The white haired siblings couldn’t stand being apart from one another, and would scream in fear and sadness every time Saeyoung entered the room. There was a lot of drugs in their system, just listening to the list and knowing the effects of them made Saeyoung hurt even more. He had allowed his siblings to go through all of this because he didn’t check in on them. He was the eldest. He should have done something to keep them both safe.

(Y/N) seemed to have a weird bond with the agent Vanderwood. He was one of the only people she would allow into the room when Saeran was gone. Vanderwood also found it quite weird, but also, nice. That weird feeling he got was one he kept trying to push down, because it was a weakness. And weaknesses are killed.

It took months. Months of therapy, months of recovery before (Y/N) and Saeran began to talk to Saeyoung. By then, both their natural hair colors had returned, but their eyes stayed the same. The doctors said something was injected into their eyes, but they couldn’t investigate without risk of them losing their eyes.