Alphonse was sent to Rosemary asylum by his family, the staff there quickly determining him mentally insane and unfit for society.

Alphonse hated his life. Forced into this asylum. Forced into these white patient clothes. Shackled to the bed because of his outbursts. He hated his family for sending him here. He hated that he was in this colorless room, the only thing in the room being the bed he was shackled to and a chair. The window was dirty and barely any sun went through it.

Someone entered the room, the door self locking behind them.