It had been a long time since Albert had seen his younger brother. Since he was a teen in fact, his younger brother simply, vanished. Albert was forty-nine now, and he had come to terms with the fact that his younger brother was deceased. Albert had searched for his brother for a little while throughout his teens and twenties, but he had given up. Especially since Albert knew first-hand what happened to boys that went missing. Afterall, he played a part in a few disappearances.

Albert went about his days as per usual, he'd wake up, check on the boy he held captive in his basement, try and urge the boy into eating before he left, successful or unsuccessful, it didn't matter. Then, he'd eat breakfast himself before he left to either go shopping, or go to work if he had a gig that day. Albert, thankfully did have a gig today, he needed money. The odds were in his favor.

Albert had moved to open the door and leave his house, but he froze whilst the door was half-way open. There was someone on his steps who had been about to knock before he opened the door. Albert was dumbstruck, his eyes immediately taking in the younger mans features and then his heart began pounding whilst his eyes grew wider and wider, and wider. He was older than he was when Albert last seen him, but to be fair, Albert was also older than when the other man had last seen him.

"It's you."

Was all Albert could say. His expression blank with shock. He could hardly form words. The younger brother of his, the same younger brother that he had thought dead. Was alive. And standing infront of him, infront of his door. Albert was at a loss of what to do, his mind still struggling to catch up to what he was seeing. He imagined his younger brother had died horribly by the hands of another as a child. He never could have imagined that the boy, now a man, was alive.