Slowly reopening his eyes as he laid on the soft bed that was given to him by the doctors. A young teenage male that looked around the age of eighteen had reawaken from his slumber as he helped himself to sit on the side of the bed. Looking down at the tiled flooring of his room that had blood stains in multiple different parts of the room, the white haired male had exhaled a low sigh from his lips. "Eight years...eight years of this place..and yet they still won't let me go.." His voice was low to a near whisper as he helped himself off the side of the bed to land onto his bare two feet. Remembering that he was actually wearing a straight jacket the entire time rather than his usual home clothing before he had come to this hospital, the white haired male had tried to loosen up the jacket to get a bit more freedom with his arms; only to end up failing and the jacket tightening up around him even further.

This male's name was Axel Conners and he had been forced to stay at Tranquil heights for around eight years of his whole life. Standing quietly within his dark room, Axel had tried to take in a deep breath of fresh air within his room only to end up coughing violently onto the floor as a bit of blood came from his lips and fallen onto the floor. This was due to the fact, since Axel's power had consisted of the element of water; the doctors had made sure to give Axel a room that was specially designed with multiple air vents that both sucked out the air and brought in fresh air as well. Axel's room however was completely filled with dry air to the point that if anyone had entered the room and tried to take in a deep breath as he tried to do, they would get barely anything to breathe in to begin with.

Steadying his breathing back down after his fit of coughing, Axel had shaken his head at the fact that he had to experience that nearly every single day he reawakened from his slumber. He would tend to always forget about the fact that the room was always dry the way it was since every night he slept, he would tend to dream about the fact that he was back home with his family; even though he may not remember much. Although whatever Axel could remember of his life before coming to this hospital, he holds onto them dearly and uses them to keep himself from losing his sanity whenever the eye patch is removed from him. While standing silently within his room, Axel was easily able to hear the chatting of a little girl and a male from a bit of a distance down the hallway from his room. However at the sametime, not too far from the other hallway that Axel's room was straight across from; he could hear the footsteps of someone coming down the path. It was most likely the doctor that was coming for a daily check on the black haired female who always wore lolita clothing. Axel had never caught the girl's name, but it was more than obvious by now who the person was that was coming down the hall after several years of listening to those same exact footsteps each and every single day.

As he listened to the footsteps come closer and closer down the hallway, Axel had slowly made his way over towards his door and pushed it slightly open using his foot. Peeking out his room, he had taken a glimpse down all the hallways that his room was connected to before slowly stepping completely out. To his right, down the hall was a little girl and a teenage male speaking with one another as he had heard correctly. While to his left, was the same female doctor he had thought for sure that was going for the other female patient after-all. "Does that mean, I'm going to get tested on again today..?" He whispered once more to himself as Axel shook his head to try and not think about the pain that he would most likely have to go through again today from the continuous testing once more.