William's been going into Titanhold for months now, eating Cyrus' food and hearing stories.

  According to Cyrus, the Knights and the King knew about the experiments being done, but because of the advancements being made, they turned a blind eye.

  Deep in the Neverend Estate, a cellar, below the wine cellar, contained dozens of children and teens, all in cages, most mangled from experimentation and malnourishment.

  There was a small section of cages though, the special section.

  These were Alistair Neverend's special toys, not being used for the purpose of discovery, rather for his own personal enjoyment.

  William had been an attempt at perfecting the physical form, though he'd been a failed experiment so he was forgotten about and not fed for months at a time, somehow still surviving.

  When Cyrus freed him, William struggled to crawl out of the cellar and into the outside world but he did, after a long while of struggle.

  Laying low, he survived off of eating rats and scraps in the Lower Ward, before finding the corpse of someone, recently killed.

  The person was holding a knife, which was discarded due to the state of the man.

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  William hadn't eaten in days, he needed something that would last him more than a few hours before hunger set in again.

  Unable to resist the hunger, he carves the body into pieces, eating the former human, piece by piece.

  He's immediately refreshed, able to stand and run around as he pleased, he needed more, enough to last him as long as he needed.

  He went on a bit of a spree, killing 4 men before they could even notice William's small frame and eating them even faster.

  William had grown a considerable amount, now resembling a young teenager rather than the child he looked like in the cage, even though not more than a couple months passed.

  He flourished under this lifestyle, killing and eating, until he got cocky.

  The next man grabbed him by the head, he thought he'd be executed on the spot.

  But the man made an offer.

  If William could kill one apparently stupid brute, the man would grant any wish William could possibly ask for.

  A few weeks later, he would find the brute, he was much more imposing than the man made him seem.

  After waiting, William sprung an attack on the brute.

  It failed miserably, the knife that he'd used to hack up so many bodies had shattered on the brute's thick, tough skin.

  He thought he'd die, he'd definitely die.

  But instead, the brute introduced himself as Ferrul, taking him in for the night.

  And that's how he made a new home, one in a storage room of the most secure prison in the world.

  Here, he had unlimited access to food as long as he listened to stories from the man who freed him.

  William now more closely resembles someone of James' age and, despite no work to achieve it, is quite muscular now.

  One day, after more stories, Cyrus, the man who freed him, tells William.

  "Kid, next time you head outta here, take him with you."

  Cyrus nullifies the Aura keeping the door to a cell closed.

  From the now open cell, only two things are notable, the man in the cell, who stands with a grin, ear to ear, with his eyes wide open.

  The other thing, the unmistakable stench of rotting flesh.