Three years. Three long years trapped inside a semi-comatose state of mind induced by a shady cocktail of drugs. Wasting away in countless hours of pointless therapy sessions with multiple members of the medical team where they tried to help the man learn to control this primal beast he carried with him. But the doctors of Monroeville couldn't help EZ. They didn't understand how deep the anger was ingrained in his soul. The struggle he faced his entire life with control over his aggression, control over the side of him known as Emem. The doctors thought they were helping the man, they told themselves that EZ was making progress, was getting better. But in truth, they were only containing the monster that hid within him. The monster that ached to be free.

As much as the world hates these monsters, they do have purpose in the grand scheme of life . Sometimes their purpose is that of a horrific nature, other times it is to help bind together the rest of the world to face down this beings. For EZ, his fate is still unknown for the most part, but on this day, at this time, he was given a temporary purpose. Today he would become a tool for a far worst monster. It is why he was slowly weened off his much needed medicine. It is why the door to his 'cell' was unlocked during the night while he slept.

There was no sneaking out or bidding his time, that was far to rationale for him at the current moment. He brazenly walked out of his room and began making his way down the hallways with a nightmarish purpose. If anyone dared to look him in the eyes during this brief but momentous journey, they would glimpse the vast fury that was barley contained inside this, at this point, unstoppable man. EZ began to slowly grow in size as his teeth began to elongate and rip free from his mouth. Skin began to shift from his normal hue to purple and gray blotches. Falling to all fours as the weight became to much for a person to carry, the floor below began to groan. Gone was the man known as EZ and left in his place was the beast Emem who unleashed a guttural roar to announce his arrival. Three years. Three long years of a rage bursting free to the dismay of those trapped in Monroeville.