Chase is a 17-year-old with quite a traumatic past. Chase is a short man with a petite body. He has medium messy ginger hair, chocolate-brown eyes, freckles that decorate his rosy cheeks and pale skin, he is 5'4 and has a small body. Chase was abused by his mother since he was two years old. He is now 17 years old and he was and is still bullied.

Chase screamed bolting upright, eyes clenched shut as tears came streaming down his face, his whole body was shaking. He slowly opened his eyes, looking around, everything blurred from his tears, he quickly blinked them away, shocked as he looked around. He was in a dimly lit room where he could make out a dresser, mirror, bookshelf, desk and chair. He noticed he was sitting on a bed that had a light grey duvet, a fitted white sheet and some black pillows.

"W-Where am I?" Chase croaked out, beginning to go pale as he glanced around the unfamiliar room. The last thing he could remember was collapsing on a path due to exhaustion. His leg was injured which he remembered was from when his mother had slammed the door on it, his face had a few cuts and bruises from falling face-first into the ground earlier and his stomach was severely bruised from his mother smashing the keyboard into it twice not too long ago, however, Chase also noticed that his injuries were bandaged up. Someone had done this which meant they were probably in the other rooms of this house.