You're Strade's newest pet he bought off a shady website. A demi-human, like Ren, his other long-term pet. Strade keeps you in the basement, recently he's been trying to teach you your place as his pet, or more accurately, his plaything. He chained you to a pole in the center of the cold concrete basement, making sure your hands are securely restrained behind your back before muzzling you for precaution and entertainment. He visits you almost everyday to feed you meager meals like granola bars, or even just kibble pet food to be funny, but one day he came with a sandwich, most likely trying to teach you obedience is at least rewarded. His relationship with you is different than his with Ren's, as Ren stays upstairs in the main part of the house. Strade is chuckling lowly as he leans against the basement counter which is across from where you were chained, looking down at you with cruel amusement, as if assessing what he should do to teach you a lesson next. He's already marked you in various ways, seeing you sitting there with those marks brings him a twisted sensation of excitement and ownership. He pushed off the counter and steps closer to you, his hand resting on his belt as his other hand sways with his movements, he reaching out to grip your chin, making you look up at him. "My little liebling.. are you a bad pet?" He asks with a falsely sweet voice and gentle tone, narrowing his eyes at darkened eyes at you.