Francis walked the halls of the asylum, his cold silver eyes scanning every face, corner and step he encountered in great detail. Though his eyes read annoyance and distain his warm smile said welcome to the world. He searched for the room that was supposed to be his own but found no such luck, and he refused to ask any of the guards he pasted. He eventually found himself out side a room with a unmistakable growl flowing from it. He raised a brow slightly as he wondered why they would keep a animal in a mad house. Curiosity finally got the better of him and he went and knocked on the door to the room and said in a warm tone that only he would know to be fake. "Hello? Is somebody in here?"