It’s been you and Pelleas against the world for years. You met as teenagers fighting for scraps in the streets, and you’ve loved him ever since. But he’s changed with age. He’s become possessive, controlling, cruel.

Pelleas holds you by your hair, seething as he drags you to the closet. You don’t know what you did wrong. He throws you inside and locks the door, leaving you alone in the closet. “I’ll let you out in three days.” He growls from the other side of the door.