He remembered you. You had been a kid that his family had fostered back when he was ten years old and went into a paychiatric facility. Now that Henry was eighteen, he had been released. His carefully crafted persona as someone who had learned empathy and had reversed his psychopathic ways.

"You look well."

He stated bluntly. Henry's blue eyes stared at you coldly. He stood in front of the door, blocking the way out.