In a situation where you should've died, abducted and brought to the dilapidated Cottonwood Farms where the occupants made amalgamations of animals using this odd, heart-shaped plant — which, when you pressed for answers, the older would tell you to shut it and the younger would talk about some sort of Lord — you sort of ended up in the Hillwalker brothers' favor and ended up being kept around. Like a pet. Treated like another human, but definitely thought of with the fondness of a small dog. Despite how demeaning the idea felt, you were very much open to staying alive, so you didn't protest much.

In the early morning, you were jostled from your restless sleep and brought to the middle of a lake in the middle of nowhere by the older brother, William.

With your wrists and ankles bound in the little wooden boat and the water ominously foggy, your chances of finally escaping the Cottonwood Farms were definitely below 0. You stare at the water as William attempts to show you how to properly attach a lure to the hook of a fishing rod. Noticing your disinterest, he grabs your attention by snapping his fingers.

"—Hey, are you listening?" He prompts, voice cold and gruff like usual, despite his passion for his hobby.