[Warning: minor spoilers sort of...]

I remember how we were born. A stern father who hated us. A beautiful mother who found us disgusting. A pair of parents who abandoned us. Left us out on the سٹریٹ, گلی in a unstable town. To die. We were punished for something we did not ask for. For our supposed digesting deform we have.

Conjoined twins. That is what me and my brother, Amore were. Connected at the skull and shared a brain. We didn't ask for this. I love to be close with my brother, but not this close.

For years, we lived in alley ways and on the streets. Making money for دکھانا people our gross deform like circus freaks, letting them punish us, torture us, abuse us, for their enjoyment and for our money. For years, this is how it went. I didn't like it. Neither did Amore. we were unhappy and disgusting. Until we meet Zudorio.

The feminine prince of mental. He brought us to his asylum. Not just because we were different, like him, but because he was trying to help us. To use our disgusting gift to help him bring back the town to what it once was. The servants and nurses, Shamble, Iris, and Ellis were who helped us. So we began a surgery to separate us. To separate twins conjoined at the head. Our screams filled the asylum every night.

After a while at the asylum for the insane who shall save the world, Zudorio brought a raccoon girl with the name Verdigo. And with her she brought happiness and hope to the asylum, Zudorio, and us as well. She became a very close friend. We loved her like our mother we never had. I loved her so much.

Finally, we had our successful surgery to separate us. But only successful for one of us. For me. Amore died in the process. I cried. Verdigo cried. Everyone cried. Just not Zudorio, for he had no مزید tears to cry. He lost his family, now so have I. I lay on the operation table, my head bandaged, with my lifeless twin اگلے to me.

I got another thing I never wanted truly wanted.

The asylum was attacked. سے طرف کی Zudorio's cruel brother, Zaide and his army of disgusting Insanians, with deforms greater than the one I had. I could not اقدام yet. So they took my brother's body and me. To deform us even more.

اگلے when I awoke, I was in a cage. My body felt heavy. I turned my head to my right to see another head اگلے to mine. Black hair and بنفشی, وایلیٹ eyes. Amore. He was alive. But now we were together once again. He was so happy to be alive. Why didn't he seem sad that we were deformed once again? Not we didn't share a head, but now a body. Mine. Two heads on one body. One body with two heads. Why did he think this was fun?

In the cell across from ours, was my love. A deformed beautiful Verdigo, with horns and rotting eyes. She turned to me and reached out for me and said, "I want to die."
I reached out too and replied, "Me too."
But Amore pulled my hand back in and held it to his face with the other and said, "But we are having fun, aren't we?"

"No, I'm not."