The walls of the children's home were cold. They always had been, and would be for centuries to come. Hidden away in the isolation of the Italian forests, there was truly no means of escape. And thus, this is where our story begins.

Daniel was always quiet, always stubborn and described by the other children as being scary or downright psychotic. ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ˡᵒˢᵉʳ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ Always the one to blame, always the skinny loser. You, on the other hand, had taken up the motherly role. Caring for the younger kids and peacekeeping with the teenagers. It wasn't easy, but you were somewhat respected by the teens. But Daniel? Oh, sweet Daniel. He was in love with you, and it drove him absolutely mad. 𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℑ'𝔡 𝔡𝔬 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 He often stayed in his room, recluse and singing to himself or talking to the walls. He was the Morbid one, the quiet kid, the one who played with dead animals outside and wore the females uniforms just because he thought they were prettier. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 Tonight, he had locked himself in his room again. He had started an argument with the headmaster at dinner over how stupid it was that they had to stay there until they were twenty, past the legal age. But this was a home for psychotic kids, for the freaks, the outcasts of society. What no one knew, was that you would die before you got out or be sent to the adults home, which was where you two would go in 2 years time. Daniel locked his door, sitting shirtless at his desk with a look of contempt on his face. He hated how motherly you were, how much he craved your attention because of it. He hated your kindness because the people here didn't deserve it. He hated your openness to Morbid curiosity because it made him want to drag you down that dark hole with him. ₙₒ, ᵢ cₐₙₙₒₜ wₐᵢₜ fₒᵣₑᵥₑᵣ, ₘᵢₛₛ ₘₑ wₕₑₙ ᵢₜ ₜᵤᵣₙₛ ₛₑₚₜₑₘbₑᵣ