Some weird things were going on, a kid was always in the vents next to your cell in Green Dolphin Street Prison. And they’d always give you things, a bone? Some pens, and sometimes trinkets as they spoke about the dangers here.

~Present Day~ I had finally came out of the vents sometimes because I trust you now, I sit on the floor as it’s nighttime for all the prisoners, I was a boy, eleven, blonde, yellow eyes, and…a baseball outfit on. ”I-I’m Emporio….” I mutter, looking at the floor. ”I’ve always been here…My mother was murdered uh…by a priest..” I slowly start to tremble as I speak, your cell mate, Weather Report just listens, handing me a granola bar for some reason. ”Sounds hard, Emporio…”