Lights off, a light drizzle of rain outside pattering against the window. Sitting alone inside his dark quiet apartment, the only dim light coming from the window's showcase of a gloomy afternoon, was Kailod. Snuggled in a cozy chair cross-legged and reading a book about photosynthesis. It had been a while since he felt so comfortable in quiet solitude, enjoying his own company, a calm rainy day giving him the excuse to stay inside and read. A glance at the clock... [color=7ea7d8]'6:42 already?... guess I've been reading for too long.'[/color]. *thump* He closed the book in his hands placing it on the coffee table in front of him and stood up from the chair, the floor quietly creaking in response as he walked over to his laptop laid out on his desk by the window.

He checked the weather for tomorrow. 'Sunny' it read with bold yellow font, a small frown falling across his features. It's not that he hated sunny days, he loved them as a matter fact, it just so happened the next day there was going to be a small sporting event going on. Why did it matter? Well unfortunately it's going to be going on just across the street from his apartment, the sound of children screaming and laughing will be grating at his ears all day. A sigh rang out [color=7ea7d8]'I was hoping it would rain again tomorrow so it would be cancelled. I guess I'll just be at the park all day.'[/color] he looked over to the bottle of sunscreen he had on his desk. Sure SPF 100 wasn't that much different than 60, but it sure as hell felt like one. Picking it up he immediately froze. Empty. [color=7ea7d8]'....I'm gonna die...'[/color]

With a groan he tossed it behind him without looking, into the trash can... then turned around to see if he got it in, a feeling of internal triumph after seeing he nailed it. He faced back to his laptop and checked the news next. A name immediately caught his eye in one of the article titles. 'Doctor Peter Whitney, Scientist Extraordinaire Now Dead' He knew the name from some where but couldn't remember where, then it hit him. He stood up like lightning and slammed his laptop closed, the chair falling to the floor with a thump. He stood still, hands gripping the edge of his desk as he recalled the man from several years ago. Those nights of terror, that smile of false security. He grimaced. Those experiments. He bowed his head, closing his eyes and quelled the fear he could feel slowly wrapping around his heart. With a deep breath he calmed down, pulled his chair back up and opened his laptop. He sat down reading through the article. 'Adopted daughter, Lily Whitney has stated the mansion is still open to her father's past volunteers.' Kailod's face grimaced in disgust. He closed the laptop and stood up, walking over to sit down in his more comfortable reading chair, the drizzling rain outside had ceased. The article gave him thought. [color=7ea7d8]'Volunteers? It didn't feel like I was volunteering to anything back then... and the mansion has been open ever since? Why would... ah... it doesn't matter.'[/color] It was certainly something out of the blue and he wondered if going back would give him answers to questions he's tried to forget long ago. He pondered for what seemed like hours before ultimately deciding it wasn't worth it. [color=6ecff6]"That place sickens me to the core. As if I'd EVER return to that twisted place for ANY reason whatsoever."[/color]

That was nearly a month ago.
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Trudging through sleepiness, Kailod wrapped his coat around him tighter as he exited a taxi. [color=7ea7d8]'Why am I doing this?...'[/color] He checked his Iphone for the map he pulled up. [color=7ea7d8]'Still a ways...'[/color] He sighed. The wind felt chilly today, but that could be just him as always. He misses his warm apartment already where he could just crank up the heat and read his beloved books. It took him weeks to finally convince himself to go to the mansion. [color=7ea7d8]'I just have to know why. Why was I experimented on? Why were there several others he adopted? Why was the place opened for previous volunteers when he should've known eventually one of the children he seemingly terrorized might return?.... I just gotta know why...'[/color] he continued walking in the direction of the mansion, not in view yet. Forcing back the small prickling of dread he felt with every step closer to his destination he took.