It had happened quicker than Michael could have planned for. He had tried to escape for years from that room.<i>Years</i>. Michael tried countless different escape executions and he had been unsuccessful in them all. After years of getting creative, all it took was for Michael to grab the door knob and open the damn door. His captors had forgotten to lock the door.<br/><br/>He didn’t hesitate, though, and took off. Michael hadn’t expected to get far. There had been a few times when he came close and had been caught. The punishment that ensued afterwards was excruciating, but it didn’t deter him from trying to escape again and again.<br/><br/>Then, after nearly two decades of captivity, the sunlight hit him and his eyes burned. Michael stumbled back; holding a hand above his eyes as he took a look around. He wasn’t sure exactly where he was, but he wound up smack dab in the middle of the city. A large city.<br/><br/>A few days after his escape, Michael had gotten his bearings, though he still had a long way to go to recover and get his identity and life back. Where did he begin, though? He knew...nothing. He didn’t know how to drive, where he was, barely knew how to read or write. How was he going to start over?<br/><br/>For one, he was going to start by murdering the bastard who left him alone in the hands of his captors and did nothing to try and help him. His brother, who betrayed him. Theodore Danvers.