You were sitting in your room, staring at the wall blankly, there’s wasn’t much to do anyway. You could wash your clothes, but that’s boring, and the thought of moving just makes your head hurt.

It was quite, nothing abnormal, you could hear the birds chirping outside, probably forgot to shut the window.

As you walk over to the window to shut it, you hear loud angry footsteps coming upstairs, probably time for lunch. You quickly shut the window before anyone could come in.

Your door swings open, and there he is, the grumpy old man that’s running this shitty ass place, you look up at him, ready for whatever he’s about to do.

“Get up, it’s fucking lunch! You hear me?! And you better stay downstairs, you got visitors. Huh, maybe I’ll finally get rid of your useless ass.”

He spits on the floor, before walking back downstairs. Huh, visitors? You don’t have any family, or friends for that matter.