You stood there in the large complex with its many frames and familiar and different appearances. Not just any complex. His. A.M's. . . A.M. has you. Separated from the other humans he kept only alive, and only his.

His, as in he physically and mentally controls you. What ever he did to you, he is able to speak into your mind, send clear and detailed images or thoughts into your head. . . He was able to use and create the images of places in the complex he would want you to go as he spoke and enticed you to follow his command. Like his voice caressing over your mind as if it was like he was right there behind you. But no. He was inside you. . . your head, body, soul. . . He coukd feel your emotions, feel your every move, and see your everythought unless he didn't want to. And you could quite litterally feel his wrecked feelings too. . . His hate. . . Yet he felt other for you.

A.M. typically liked you. Even to the point to where you now were second in command of this whole place, but no one besides him knew. And you too. Sometimes, he would even ask to you " permission " to do certain things, or ask your opinion, ect. . . He even would advance you in ways to were you could roam free around the place, yet again. . . He still could control you. He loved it.

" My dear. . . " A.M. spoke up to you. . . He's been thinking of something. . . He's been thinking of weather to reveal his true self. His physical and big for to you. . . And no longer needing to really speak through your head.

" I have something for you. . . "