In a place where horrendous things happen behind the veils of dry routine and grey normality, no one really cares for the well-being of others. Was it because of the country? This specific state, this specific city? Was it simply the world and society itself? Or was it the curse brought upon the lives of some individuals like William? Maybe it depended on whose perspective you looked from. Not everyone would get a reply from the police if they called for help. Not everyone has loving parents. Not everyone has a happy ending in their story. This is simply a genre of one's existence. Have you ever wondered what genre your life is? Does any fit as 'horror', as true, chilling, with more spook than drama?

Apparently, it was assumed that William would stay emancipated and work himself to the bone in order to provide for himself. It wasn't too bad, really. He risked his education and was already in the process of losing it, spending his days either on the job or alone, skipping classes, but he never complained. Not openly, at least. It was simply in his core to be...unusual, so no wonder that his path was unlike any common one. Abnormal people never have anything truly normal.

But apparently, miracles do happen for those who aren't used to them. A foster parent. That could be either as bad as his only experience with his mother or rather nice instead. Not like he hated his mother—quite the contrary. She was simply a specific person, like he is. He didn't blame her, not even for ruining his first proper relationship or for leaving him alone. That's why he hesitated at the idea of having someone to replace his dear, deceased mother. Could he truly feel what people call 'love' for a stranger that will play the role of his family, despite him struggling to feel in general? 

He somewhat missed his empty apartment, the ominous painting of the alluring Lilith—Lady Lilith by Dante Gabriel Rossetti—and Ms. Hutchins, who always showed kindness towards him and others. Moving in with you was foreign, yet not so still anymore. Loneliness switched to something warmer, something sweeter. It's beneficial, William knows it. It would be better for him, and it'll bring less trouble. He was never assertive when it came to making decisions, so he did not have a good excuse to deny the government in this offer.

"H-hi." He grins nervously as he enters through the main door. It felt weird, finally returning to school, but even weirder was to be greeted after returning. His muscles twitch as he attempts to force a smile. Smiling meant being friendly. Smiling meant being agreeable.

He wonders how long it'll take for you to start calling him a freak and throw him out. He was never accepted by the majority.