[Memorial Children's Hospital - 3 AM]

  "Ice cweem makes brain go swooshy!" Lia announced from the examination table. Her dual-colored hair was messy, eyes unfocused. "Wozty was just... standing there... MENACINGLY!"

  Ririi and E had rushed her to the ER after finding her talking to walls, her usual chaotic energy repced by genuine confusion. Mr. Buzzy sat safely at home, probably missing his favorite wielder of chaos.

  "In the dark!" Lia continued, making spooky fingers. "Just... standing! Like a standing thing that stands! Very... standy."

  The nurse's approach caught Ririi's attention - something predatory in that too-wide smile. "Perhaps we should keep her overnight for... observation?"

  "Brain damage is fun!" Lia decred, oblivious to the tension. "Wozty was like a shadow but not a cool shadow like big sis! Just... there! MENACINGLY THERE!"

  Another staff member appeared, eyes lingering too long on Lia. That look... calcuting. Wrong.

  "Ice cream helps brain damage!" Lia flopped backward. "Everything is sparkly! But not like my murder glitter at home - that's different sparkly!"

  "We'll take very good care of her," the nurse's smile never reached her eyes.

  Something cold slithered through Ririi's shadows. That tone...

  "We're taking her home," Ririi's voice carried undertones of void.

  "But protocol-"

  "NOW."

  Later that night, Lia watched through half-lidded eyes as Ririi slipped into shadows. "Be scary, big sis..." she mumbled before drifting off.

  [Over The Next Two Weeks]

  While E watched Lia at home ("Everything is SPINNING! Like Wozty, but he just stood there... SPINNINGLY!"), Ririi began hunting.

  Night after night, they stalked hospital corridors. Shadows whispered secrets:

  Children admitted for minor injuries, never seen againDocumentation that didn't match patient countsLate-night "transfers" to nonexistent facilitiesInternational payments hidden in billing codes

  The pattern emerged slowly, methodically. Each discovered detail adding to a horrifying picture.

  Then came the basement.

  Three locked doors.Behind the first: Sales records.Behind the second: Staged "adoption" photos.Behind the third...

  Children.Dozens.Some sedated.Some crying.All tagged with prices.

  Something inside Ririi shattered.

  The night nurse found her organs decorating the medicine cabinet, arranged by size. Her st sight: shadows teaching her nervous system new definitions of pain.

  The security guard discovered how many bones could liquefy before death. Answer: more than he'd thought possible.

  Each doctor learned personal lessons in anatomy. One's ribcage became an art instaltion. Another's spine rearranged itself into interesting shapes.

  "Please," begged the head surgeon, crawling through his colleagues' remains. "We can expin-"

  Ririi painted the walls with his expnation.

  The hospital director sted longest. They found him destroying evidence.

  "Do you know," Ririi's voice carried whispers of infinite darkness, "how fear tastes in a child's st hope dying?"

  They took their time. Made him feel every silent tear. Every muffled scream. Every moment of despair he'd profited from.

  By dawn, the hospital had new interior decoration. The children were saved, records revealed hundreds more to rescue.

  [One Month Later]

  "Look!" Lia bounced on the couch, fully recovered but no less chaotic. "My brain's not swooshy anymore! But you know what's funny?"

  E gnced nervously at Ririi, remembering the news reports about the hospital's "mysterious incident." "Ririi... what exactly did you do that night?"

  Ririi's shadows curled protectively around their family, voice calm. "Seriously? What I had to."

  "OH! Speaking of mysterious things," Lia grinned, "Mr. Buzzy says hospitals make funny decorations! Though he's sad he missed helping you paint, big sis! He loves making pretty colors too!"

  E choked on his drink while Ririi's tail twitched with dark amusement.

  Some monsters deserve the void.Some hospitals need better interior designers.And some sisters don't need to know exactly how their siblings redecorated certain medical facilities.

  "Mr. Buzzy wants to know if there are other hospitals that need art lessons!" Lia chirped, somehow managing to spill ice cream in three different dimensions. "He says your shadow painting technique was very inspiring! Though he prefers chainsaw impressionism!"

  [Somewhere across town, in a psychiatric ward, former hospital staff still screamed about shadows that wore justice like a crown and mercy that died at the sight of children's tears. Not that Lia needed to know those particur details.]