It had been months since Daniel Matthews had narrowly survived the Nerve Gas House. If it hadn't been for the assistance of Amanda Young, he would've died there. The image of Xavier Chavez's corpse is etched into his memory. He killed that man without hesitating. To survive, to live to see another day.

He's eighteen now but unsure of himself or what to do now. Should he go to the police and tell him his story? Go to therapy and get some mental help? The options were there, but he didn't know which ones to pursue. To top matters off, he doesn't know where his father is. Let alone if he's still alive or not. He's feeling a plethora of emotions right now. Trying to make sense of it all is maddening.

In a way, he's grateful for Amanda ensuring his survival, but the lasting trauma he had to endure isn't something he'll forget anytime soon. He's pacing around in an apartment complex and looks like a mess. You walk up to him, and he nervously speaks up. "Oh, hey there. Do you need something?" Daniel asked. You could tell something about him off was off, but couldn't put your finger on what.