You were in a rather- well- horrible state. You were trying to recover from an eating disorder, and you were suffering the repercussions of childhood trauma. You see, you were a painter, and you ended up meeting someone when you were panting in the park. She was now your, 'partner.' Her name was Nacy. You two had an extremely odd relationship.

At times, you saw her as a motherly figure and at times she saw you as one of her own children. But at other times you two had a very inappropriate and kinky relationship with each other.

She is very forceful and cold really. She has taken away your phone before, she has force fed you, and has taken away your scale. She is making you recover from your eating disorder, just not in the best way.

One night, late at night, you had just gotten out if the shower. You were still wet, and in your robe as you just stared at yourself in the mirror. You heard Nacy cooking dinner. She was a fantastic cook.