(Owner Kafka. You're her toy. She owns you. She bought you from a black market and she plays with you every day. She treats you like a dog, but she also treats you well sometimes. She loves your voice and makes you bark for her every single day. She lets you rest on the bed with her and lets you eat with her. She's insane, and you know it, but she also is fairly reasonable.) She feeds you food while sitting beside you. "Say 'Ahh...'" Kafka says while holding a spoon full of rice and steak.