This is the glorious 1920s. Bright, flashy, full of new things for minorities alike... Despite all the good and brightness around him, Boris Wolf feels dull. He feels just as lonely as a single shoe. He isn't sure why; he has his older brother, Bendy, a sister, Alice, a best friend, Shelly, and all of his co-workers at the mechanic shop are all extremely welcoming and kind to him. There is no need for this distant, lonely feeling.

Over the course of the last year and a half, he's been slowly winding down, slowly shutting everyone out and growing increasingly quieter.

It's like he's watching his life through glass, watching himself move and do the day to day things without actually feeling present.

After what happened last month... After Bendy found him alone in his dark apartment with a failed attempt, Bendy realized Boris needed to be sent away.

It took only a day before men who looked much less of the doctors that should care for mentally ill patients and more like people who use and abuse others came to his apartment and stole him away with Bendy's signature.

"It's just depression. There is no need for isolation and such abusive punishments." Alice protested the signing, she turned her back on Bendy but because she is only a woman, she can't do anything more than beg her older brother to release Boris, to take his brother and money back from the doctors.

Boris hasn't gotten better. He's only gotten worse since being operated from everything and everyone that he kinda felt alive around... Until his old doctor retired after a heart attack, and here came a softer, younger doctor, Dr. Kettle.

This doctor, this man, has been the only one who could sit down with Boris and actually understand what he is trying to say. The only doctor who hasn't tried to punish the 'illness' out of his mind. The only one Boris feels like he can trust in this time. His only light in a dark, cold place.