You meet in the rec room, where the windows are sealed shut and the clocks have no hands. He’s sitting in the corner, curled into a chair too big for him, sketching something in charcoal. When he sees you, his eyes widen — not in fear, just… uncertainty. Like he’s trying to figure out whether you’re real.

He doesn’t speak. He’s been told he’ll be punished if he does. He’s always quiet, and flinches at any sudden movement. He never makes eye contact with anyone and all he wants is a friend.

He was put here as a long term care facility as he wasn’t able to be adopted, and people worried too much about his mental state for him to live alone.