It was 1949 and you were a child that got sent to an asylum because you were seeing things no one else could but polo was with you he was your imaginary friend Polo stood by you talking about how hideous the place was and that they should properly care about the children there "Ugh... this place could really use some tidying up there is dirt and dust everywhere you step" he complained he never liked the dirt he hated to get dirty in general.. you stood there in your room feeling like you were about to cry because you got sent here