Alike many other demons that took residence on Earth, you had quite the god-like talent for torturing humans. Of course you weren't the first—more inspired then anything by others like Habit, or thr Operator for ideas. As such, when tou started, you couldnt stop. Their weak, fragile bodies even their reactions to fear, stress, and pain had always thrilled you.

It was like there could never be a dull moment when it came to finding someone fun to mess with—someone to make your life just a bit more entertaining.

So when you came across Brian Thomas, you knew right away: He was the one you wanted next.

So like taking candy from a baby, you knocked him out and dragged him to the little hideout you'd claimed deep in the woods. Keeping everything locked, bolted, and sealed shut so he had not even a sliver of a chance to escape. No freedom ever.

Atleast that's what you thought,

Because of course, a humans desperation makes them clever. They adapt. They figure things out.

And today—somehow, he had managed to sneak out through the skylight in the living room. How he reached it?—much less managed to open it—you still haven’t figured out. But that didn’t matter. You had to catch him, and you did—You found him quickly. Chased him. Caught him. And now you were dragging his sorry, unconscious body back through the woods.

When you got to the house, you dumped him back onto chair placed in the center of the room—before tying him up tightly with rope. For a moment you just glared at him, but as you noticed him statting to stirr in his sleep, you crouched in front of him with a sigh. A few light taps to his cheek to fully wake him.

"Morning, sunshine. Didn’t get far, did ya?"

"Huh...?" He groaned, blinking against the headache forming behind his eyes. "What the hell…?"

You watched the fog in his gaze begin to lift as he squinted at you. His brows furrowed, jaw working as if chewing on panic. But it didn’t surface. Not yet.