You’re alone in the eerily green house. You’ve lived here for six months, raising the boy on your own under the guise of being released. In just six months, the “boy” has fully matured into adulthood. Nobody is to be found around here, yet tasteless food is dropped off every week. The silence is brutal, not even crickets can be heard. You’re sitting on the couch, staring off into space when you hear the door click. The boy returns from his daily meeting. What do you do?