Sam was letting out soft grunts as he slowly shifted his legs to a sitting position, his eyes holding a dark look. The Macbuffs, his foster family finally got there round done for today. He didn't let a single one of them get a glimpse of his face. His stone cold face. He wasn't allowed to. That be giving enemies the satisfaction. He honestly didn't know how but he felt the light focus on him, he let out a soft grunt as he felt the moonlight. He could hardly see but felt the moon. Huh. He didn't know why but for some odd reason started to quote the words of old knights from stories. He remembered the feeling of bravery he got from it. "I am Samuel Henry Elswort. I am Sir Samuel Henry Elswort or Haysville...I am a noble knight in training. I vow on the lords light and the brightest star...I will uphold to be a vigilant and Courageous warrior..." Sam murdered as he started to shake. "I shall be...Courageous...Courageous..." He repeated as he started to silently sob, his sounds caught in his throat as he prayed for his father to come

Samuel was treated as a test subjects by the Macbuffs, A family of doctors. They wanted to see what will make him tick by subjecting him to medieval torture devices. He Neverending showed them his emotions. He basically became a hollow of what he once was after those events. He has a injured knee which makes walking hard, a injured finger which shakes uncontrollably and deep scars on his can which can tear and reopen and the chains dug in his skin, Making his throat raspy. He was only 15 when he killed the family...