Without a doubt, Wayne was charged for killing his own parents.
He was first sent to a juvenile prison. His case quickly became big news, and many media channels covered it. Journalists stood outside the courthouse. TV screens flashed with his name. Some people even felt bad after hearing about his sad past. They believed Wayne had suffered too much already and started asking for a lighter punishment. Many sent letters and messages to the court, hoping for mercy.
Because of all this attention, the high court took more time to give a final judgment. But just like most things, the buzz died down. The public slowly lost interest, and people moved on with their lives. Months passed, and Wayne stayed in juvenile prison, waiting.
It had already been close to a year before the final decision came. During this time, It was reported that in prison, He was having hallucinations many times but thankfully no one was harmed and he didn't harm himself either.
Because of that wayne went through several medical checkups. The reports showed something serious — Wayne was mentally unstable. Because of this, the court decided not to keep him in prison any longer.
He was just fifteen or sixteen years old, still a child in many eyes.
Wayne was then sent to a mental hospital. The court ordered him to receive weekly mental therapy, hoping it might help him get better.
Now, Wayne was sitting quietly on the cold white floor of the mental hospital. His hospital clothes were plain and loose, and the entire room was painted in dull colors. The walls were pale. The ceiling lights buzzed softly. Around him were other patients — some mumbling to themselves, others staring at walls, and a few walking in circles.
Wayne's eyes were lifeless. His face had no expression. He just sat there, legs folded, looking around without interest.
For some reason, Wayne was placed in the "safe subject" category. That meant he didn't hurt others or himself. So, most of the people around him were like that too. They were mentally unstable but not violent.
As Wayne continued to stare blankly at the room, suddenly, a face appeared right in front of him. The person leaned in until their face was just inches away.
"BOO!" the boy shouted, trying to scare Wayne.
But Wayne didn't even flinch. Not a blink. His face stayed blank. His eyes didn't move.
The boy looked at him for a moment, clearly surprised.
He had bright red hair, neatly cut. His skin was clear, and his features sharp. He looked about the same age as Wayne, maybe a year older. His body looked strong, and he carried himself with confidence.
He puffed up his cheeks and stepped back, crossing his arms. "What's with that reaction? You didn't even blink. At least act a little surprised!"
Wayne didn't answer right away. He just kept staring, quiet and empty.
But the boy didn't seem to mind. His smile returned quickly.
"Whatever," he said with a carefree laugh. "I'm Daniel, the Alien Hunter! What about you?"
Wayne looked at him for a few seconds. Then, he sighed softly and replied in a low voice, "I'm Wayne."
Daniel let out a loud sigh and shook his head. "Again with that expression!" he said in an exhausted tone. He looked at Wayne's blank face and suddenly, a playful idea popped into his mind.
"Yes! What you need is this—" he said excitedly, making a heart shape with his fingers.
Wayne stared at him, then slowly turned his eyes toward the heart shape with a confused look.
Daniel quickly raised his hand and waved it off. "Don't look at me like that! I'm not gay, alright? Go find someone else!" he said and casually sat beside Wayne, stretching his legs a bit.
Then he tilted his head and asked, "By the way, why are you here? Never saw you before."
Wayne blinked slowly. "Never saw me before?" he thought. "He must have been here for a while too..."
Wayne looked at him and replied in a calm but cold tone, deliberately trying to sound scary, "I killed my own parents."
Daniel stared at him in silence for a few seconds. Wayne expected him to move away in fear or scream—but instead, Daniel's eyes lit up like a child hearing an exciting story.
"Wooow\... That's so cool! How did you do it?" he asked with pure curiosity, like someone asking how a magician did a trick.
Wayne blinked again, a little puzzled. "How? Aren't you going to ask me why?"
Daniel rolled his eyes and groaned. "What am I gonna do with your backstory? Eat it? I hate flashbacks and history lessons anyway."
Wayne stared at him, a bit surprised by his answer. For a moment, he genuinely wondered, "Did they make a mistake? He looks like a completely normal, chatty teenager." Wayne's mind was conflicted, unsure if Daniel was pretending or truly crazy.
To change the subject, Wayne asked, "What about you? How did you get here?"
Daniel leaned back slightly and looked at the ceiling. "Me? I don't really know. I was hunting aliens... and then they dragged me here. I can't even remember how much time has passed," he said with a long, tired sigh. Then, with a small grin, he added, "Actually, I'm a homunculus."
Wayne raised an eyebrow. "Homunculus?"
Daniel nodded proudly. "Yeah. The aliens I was fighting... well, turns out they were humans. You see, I can look at people and see them as monsters. The way they appear to me depends on their inner self—like, their hidden feelings or soul or something. It's like their trauma, personality trait or whatever, Don't ask me!",
Wayne's eye twitched slightly. "I take it back. He's definitely not normal," he thought to himself, now fully convinced Daniel wasn't sane. But still, a small part of him stayed suspicious. "Is he just making this up to mess with me?" Wayne wondered.
"So that's why you call yourself an alien hunter?" Wayne asked, his voice still flat, but his eyes showed a tiny hint of interest.
"Yeah!" Daniel said with a grin. "But my real dream is that I hope one day there should be a real alien invasion... or a zombie outbreak! Then I'll be a real alien or zombie hunter!"
Wayne slowly looked away, sighing deeply in his mind. "Yep... He got a sixth grade syndrome too," he thought.
For confirming whether he was telling the truth or just joking, Wayne asked curiously, "What about me? How do I look to you?"
Daniel stared at Wayne for a few seconds, his eyes serious but slightly distant, and then said, "Half human, half water."
Wayne's lips twitched. "What kind of monster is that?"
He had expected something more dramatic, like being described as a demon king or a giant beast with one eye and four arms—not water.
"Don't ask me," Daniel replied casually. "You feel... somewhat dead to me. Like you've got only half of your real soul. Were you born with some paralysis or something?"
Before Wayne could react to those strange words, Daniel suddenly extended his hand towards him for a handshake.
"I was waiting for someone my age to show up here," Daniel said with a small smile. "How about we be friends?"
Wayne looked at his hand but shook his head slowly. "What's the point? I'm gonna kill myself today anyway. Life feels... pretty boring to me."
Daniel tilted his head in surprise. "Ooo!... That's sad. Life feels really bright to me!"
He fell into deep thought for a moment, rubbing his chin like he was seriously thinking of a solution. Suddenly, his face lit up with an idea. "Since you're gonna die anyway, how about I kill you?"
Wayne raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"No, wait!" Daniel waved his hands. "How about we run away from here and go on a journey together? You'll get to live, enjoy the world, and when you reach your best moment—your peak—I'll kill you then. How's that?"
He said it like they were just planning a picnic.
But Wayne shook his head again, his voice flat. "The reason I'm planning to kill myself is because I'm stuck... between prison or a mental hospital. If I escape, then what's the point of dying, right?"
Daniel blinked a few times and took a step back, a little surprised. "Ohh right. Why didn't I think of that?"
He scratched his head and began to think of another plan. But just then, a nurse came walking toward them.
"Daniel! Stop leaving your cell without permission," she scolded him. "And did you take your medicine today or not?"
Wayne was surprised by the way she called him by name. Usually, the staff only called patients by their serial numbers. Wayne's uniform even had "11" printed on it. No one here ever remembered names.
"So… he's definitely been here for a long time," Wayne thought silently.
Instead of stepping back, Wayne took a step toward the young nurse with a sly smile. He reached out, placing one hand gently on her waist, and leaned in just a little.
"Are you Google?" he asked with a playful grin. "Because my search ended the moment I found you."
He tried to sound smooth and romantic, but it didn't go as planned.
Thwap!
The nurse smacked him lightly on the forehead with her fingers. "You're sixteen, maybe seventeen at best! Want me to go to jail?
Then she glared at Daniel and said in a sharp voice, " Now come, it's time for your medicine."
Daniel gave a quick nod and followed her down the hall. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned back and gave Wayne a cheerful smile.
"I'll be back soon," he called out, his voice playful yet sincere, "and we'll definitely reach a deal!"