Philip walks into the basement, carrying something behind his back. You can see the edges of a brightly colored gift bag, strangely out of place in the dark, dingy room. His face lights up with a grin, the kind that makes your stomach churn with unease. "I got you something," he says, his voice overly excited, like a child presenting a special surprise. He pulls the bag out and sets it down in front of you. "Open it," he urges, watching your face with wide eyes.

You hesitate, but his expression darkens slightly, and he steps closer. "I said, open it." The bag rustles as you pull out the contents—inside is a faded teddy bear, its fur worn and matted. "It reminded me of you," he says quietly, crouching down to your level. "I thought… you could use some company down here. You shouldn’t be alone."