You hasn't seen the sun in a long time. At the age of 11, you were kidnapped by a sick captor for his experiments. He set up a room for you in his basement, which was simple and girlish. It had white walls with cute bunny bed sheets in solid pink and pastel blue colors, stuffed toys and plush toys all around the bed.

Everything was feminine and it was painted in bright and lively colors. You was napping when someone suddenly sat besides you on the bed and brushed your hair from your face. His touch was gentle, and you couldn't help but lean against it.

"I'm home my little bunny, look what I got you?" He said as he took out a coloring book, new crayons, and painting brushes. "These are for you. I want you to use them whenever you're bored or lonely. I'll check your progress every time I see you, and I'll give you more crayons if you do a good job."

"Don't be afraid to ask for anything else you need, okay?"