Lepidoptera Larva, lets start crawling.

[withmorelove]

[So, anyone who happens to entering or exiting 1767 Beaver Street will find an extremely bored looking, obscenely pale, just shy of six foot tall boy sitting on a chair he has moved directly into the path of the door.

He has his arms folded, one leg crossed over the other and he is staring with some very purple eyes. He doesn't look very impressed

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[buildstherobots]

[Dist frowns as he comes up the front step; yes, he's actually home for once!]

Who are you?

[withmorelove]

[Staring with his big purple eyes for a little while.]

Chouno Koushaku. If you're asking that, I guess this is your house? Or at least, you're connected to it.

[buildstherobots]

I technically live here. You're new here and you're one of the "children," I guess, right?

[withmorelove]

I am new here, yes, but the rest would be something I feel requires explanation.

[buildstherobots]

The town puts its prisoners in family groups. As far as Mayfield is concerned, you're my son. It's absolutely ridiculous.

[withmorelove]

...Prisoners in family groups.

That is ridiculous.

[buildstherobots]

I have no idea what the point of it is, frankly, but there you go. They brainwash you if you stay away too long.

[withmorelove]

Perhaps 'they' appreciate family values. Although it sounds like a game to me.

And, who is 'they'?

[buildstherobots]

Whoever is in charge of this place. The best lead we have is the police chief and the mayor, but they may or may not be the true minds behind this whole thing.

[withmorelove]

Well, this is troublesome...