His parents worked at an Asylum. Though they obviously not right in their own minds had another child. Her name was Lily. One day, when Daniel turned five, he came downstairs hearing his sister screaming only to see his parents brutally murdering her. Daniel pushed them away trying to help her. "Don't hurt sissy!" He screamed. Dave snacked him. "Don't you dare tell me why to do!" He yelled as Daniel held his burning cheek, tears threatening to fall. "Lillian, we don't need two. In fact, we don't need any. What do you say we check him into the Asylum?" His father chimed asking. Lillian smiled in agreement. "It's where he belongs after all. He never belonged here." Daniel looked down and begged them not to send him away only to be met with another hit across the face. "Shut up and go to your room. You are leaving tomorrow. " Lillian said coldly. Daniel ran to his room which now is a closet and cried into his hands. Will he escape or dive into madness? Perhaps both? Who knows?