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In·cep·tion /ɪnˈsɛpʃ(ə)n/ (n.) [in sing.]
— The establishment or starting point of an institution or activity.

27 years earlier

An infant, a boy around two months in age was found on an alley in South London. The alley was deserted for the buildings around it were abandoned, no longer functioning as either stores or abodes. The welfare worker, who found him crying irrepressibly on a white, portable bassinet, had given him to the infant institution that took the responsibility of nursing him. There was no information on who his parents were, or what his name was. The staffs then named him Enzo.

Around 22 - 26 years earlier

The institution did their best to take care of the infants, yet lacking of financial resources as well as staffs and nurses had caused many of them to suffer care and attention deficiency, in addition to absence of fundamental physical necessity such as sustenance and clothing. Another major hindrance was that not many foster parents had come to offer home for the infants. Enzo, along with hundred others babies and toddlers would continue to languish in the institution.

21 years earlier

The suffering ended – or seemed to end – for Enzo, as the Cunningham family – a pair of a wealthy, childless father and mother – visited the institution that day. They were instantly mesmerised by a captivating, six years old Enzo, that they agreed to adopt him. The boy found it to be the happiest day of his life. After the documents were clear, the joyful family went to their home. An enormous, noble manor in Eynsford, Sevenoaks District of Kent became Enzo's new abode ever since.

Around 13 - 20 years earlier

Life had become a bliss for Vincenzo Cunningham, as the child was named now after the maternal grandfather of his adoptive mother. Both of his parents loved and spoiled him as their only child. As time ticked onward, the boy, now a 14 years old, had grown to be very charming and jovial, yet inanely erratic and immature at the same time. At first, his parents thought his puerile behaviour would wear off in time.They were wrong.A 14 years old Enzo would still lull himself to sleep by pounding his head against the pillow for several times; a habit he picked up as an attention-starved child growing up in the institution. At times, Enzo would still beg to be fed milk out of a baby bottle in his mother's lap, or convince his love to his parents by saying "Mummy, Daddy, I love you", something unusually strange for a pubescent boy. At other time, he would lash out to his parents when they told him about his misdemeanours, insisting that he could do whatever he desired regardless of the norm. Often he did ask to his parents "Do you love me?" while babbling and laughing all along, then shouting and crying as of sudden whenever they started to ignore him. Since they adopted him, his mother and father had him homeschooled. Enzo refused to attend normal school, driven by a nonsensical reason which was the fear that he would never meet his parents again. For his childishness wasn't gradually lessened, they had come to a child psychologist who advised them to make a decision of introducing him to the life outside the manor, in hope that he would learn to be mature.

12 years earlier

The uttermost turning point of Enzo's life was when his parents decided to send him to a boarding school out of the city. It was a pertinacious resolution made without consideration on how hard he cried and begged not to be separated from them. Truly, it was hard for them to leave Enzo in the world he didn't know, but they went home with relief, believing that the new environment would take a good care of the teenage boy.They were mistaken, again.School life was a daytime nightmare. Everything was newfangled for him; friends, social interactions, not to mention austere rules and schedules. Catching up with others became hard, adaptation became unmanageable. That, of course, earned him intimidation and oppression from his schoolmates; his childish tendency and erratic behaviour was often laughed and made fun of over and over again.

11 years earlier

Once jovial and charming Enzo was no longer there. Spending time as a loner had become an unhealthy habit, before he fell into a deep depression and stress, courtesy to the constant persecution and abuse he could never manage to adamantly oppose. He had grown an intense detestation at his parents for putting him into this 'confinement'. He held strong animosity toward his friends, antipathy to his teachers and almost everyone, believing that they don't care about him, even though his teachers had tried to comfort him on several occasions. Losing hope of living, he had been trying suicide attempts, but they always failed miserably. At one juncture of life, the agony and sorrow were overly excruciating and unbearable. Enzo was becoming more and more exhausted....Until one day, he heard an almost endless, manic cackle reverberating raucously through his throat after crying.Madness began to take over.

10 years earlier to present time

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