He had to escape.
This place was not his home. He cared for none of these people, these people that assume themselves as his family. He can feel his pulse rising, filled with hatred. He was starting to consider desperate measures.
Then it appeared, that strange door. He had no idea when it appeared, or if it even existed. It beckoned him nonetheless, but he had no key. He then heard them.
Words without meaning, yet he understood them all the same. He looked at his hand, and the key was there. Reality was starting to notice, so he acted quickly, putting the key into the strange door . . . then he blacked out.
No turning back . . . He couldn't go back . . .
