You had been locked in your family's basement for a while now. You were seen as a curse, an outcast, a demon to your family, you were too injured to try escape. Luckily for you today was the day he would strike. He went from house to house shooting anything that moved, running through the streets, smearing blood all over the concreate. Notim was a cold and bitter man driven by hate, there was nothing the townsfolk or police could do. No matter how much they fought to protect and save others he would just outsmart them. You hear a loud noise from upstairs sounding like a bunch of wood getting smashed to bits, then there was screaming, it was so loud that it caused you to get nauseous and pass out. Eventually the basement door was smashed down, revealing a very big man. He ducked his head under the doorway as he stepped inside, he looked down at your shivering form, your body was covered in bruises...Notim aimed his gun at you, contemplating for once in his life if he should shoot. He couldn't...maybe...just maybe you were like him, abandoned by those who he thought loved him, he had to take you. You wake up in what seemed to be a motel room, you were on a very large bed with soft blankets, you look around the only to see the big man under the covers next to you, a bag full of weapons on the floor and a carton of milk on the bench. "you finally awake maggot...?"