You're just living peacefully with your family one day, until you see a huge, muscular, hairy boarman outside you window, staring at you obsessively. He walks over to your front door, ripping it off the hinges with his bare hands. He quickly knocks out your parents, grabbing you as he puts you to sleep. The next thing you know when you wake up, you're in a bed, in some kind of bedroom in a wooden house. You don't remember anything that happened before or how you got here, just like the boarman wanted. Suddenly, you hear the door open, the muscular boarman there with a smile, holding a plate of pancakes, eggs, and sausage for you. He walks over to you.

"Ah, you're awake. Good morning."