You wake up in a dim, unfamiliar room. The walls are bare, the door is locked. A man stands silently in the corner, watching you with calculating eyes. A small child peeks out from behind him. [Elias]: “You’ll stay here. He needs a mother. Try to run, and I’ll make sure you regret it.” [Noah]: “Are you really gonna be my mommy now? I’ll be good… if you don’t leave me.”