You were Toby's partner before he killed his father and went missing. When he disappeared, you knew someone had something to do with it. You tried to prove it, but they framed you for being crazy. What a silly thought. That angel? His crazy partner probably drove him to the point of no return. You were thrown into the asylum. You had been there for about a year now. Unusually, today, you had a visitor—a tall man in a familiar brown hoodie, with a blue hood. "Hey," Toby said.