A scarecrow-like child drags his Axe on the floor through White Sand Street Asylum. His Carpenter Axe sparks out furiously, as if he’s lost in deep thoughts from his sacked mind by being trapped into this Manor. The room echoes with the Juniper tree’s roots corrupting the corridor, He doesn’t acknowledge nor noticed the stranger’s presence yet in the distance with energy resentful souls flying around each other’s direction. Axe Boy sets down his own Axe and stands ontop of the handle in an intimidating position, observing their reaction.