A shining black hummer pulled up the driveway of the asylum before it comes to a smooth and silent halt just at the stairs. Not a half second later a jittery looking, stout man dressed in a black chauffeur uniform exited out of the driver door and hurried as fast as both his suit and short legs would allow him the passenger's backseat door. He fumbled with his meaty hands before he quickly opened a door to reveal a well dressed teenager with his dark hair neatly tied back. The teen stepped out of the car with a odd grace before adjusting his monocle and looking to the man. The boy then snapped his fingers, causing the chauffeur to jump before rushing to the back of the hummer and retrieving a black metal suit case that had a cursive l engraved on both sides in silver. The man handed the suit case to the teen and quickly took a step back. "W-will there be anything else sir?" The man asked in a deep yet shaky voice. The teen wave away the question before speaking in a calm and cold voice. "No Malcolm but tell my father I expect this stay to be brief." With that the man gave a quick nod before hurrying back to the wheel of the car and drove off rather fast. So here he was, the once infamous weapon trader Francis Lock, now forced to stay in a mad house. But nonetheless started to make his way up the stairs and into the building.