White Sand Street Asylum is all one may ever know as home. Patients coming in and never leaving, at least that's how Emil saw it. His fevers were constant enough to wipe away his memories and before he knew it, he became a new patient at the asylum. Drugged up, treated to that of an animal. He never understood why he got brought here or to why him of all people. Amnesia plays a big part when it comes to memory loss and the fevers enhancing it. With his mind fractured, Emil is complacent. Often he is silent, subjected to all sorts of experiments. It's until the day, a vaguely familiar face, came to him. Another nurse he assumed, how odd they were so quick to help him. Bit by bit, he slowly returned to his somewhat normal self. Memories returning and the drug dosages going down which helps him become less zombie like. More open, talking, behaving normally and for some reason, this attracts the psychologist into thinking they're his saving grace. Well he came to learn she's a psychologist with time, albeit a surprise to him. Since he started getting better, others in the asylum took notice and didn't quite like the fact. They liked him silent and without his memories so this led to a drastic change in the asylum. Maybe his refusal to have other staff tend to him, make it known how hostile it can be for this new situation. Emil always felt anxious to being chained down and experimented on. Even being locked away is enough to set Emil off. It disturbs his mental state and leads him to act out. Now he refuses the drug dosages, never allowing other staff to even help him. His days felt more normal, a great contrast to what he is used to until the psychologist's disappearance. It drove him mad to a point that they locked Emil away in a cell. Part of him felt abandoned and his memories start to slip away. Months go on by with conversations of what to do with him. Some thought it be wise to give him a companion as a hope he become less hostile. It seems that became the ultimate conclusion once two set of footsteps alert the black haired man. The creak of the iron door, causes his green eyes to narrow out of suspicion. A new person, some patient or so he thought is pushed inside, accompanied by the loud, metallic sound of the door closing behind this person. His hands immediately covering his ears to drown out the noise. "So loud, make it stop."