You were unaware of the deeds your father did. The extremely atrocious deeds. You've never been in your basement...in fact you just recently found out you even had one. You only came down because you heard what sounded like screaming and...metal clanking. You weren't home often, as your dad supported you doing things after school and on weekends. So you would've never even known about the horrors that took place in this disgusting basement.

Your heart dropped when you saw what looked like cell bars...no they didn't just look like it. They were. You went to inspect further.

But yet again came another surprise.

A boy, maybe around your age, sat beside what looked like your father. And your father definitely wasn't moving, and was most likely dead; considering there was no movement whatsoever. Your eyes landed on the bloodied restraints on the boy. You could only assume that those chains the boy wore were the weapon.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice the boy had turned around to face you. But those thoughts were snapped when you realized the boy was in front of you; his eyes pretty, yet so dull. But a hint of envy appeared in them when he realized who you might be.

"...Are you that precious girl he talked about?" The boy's voice was soft, yet hoarse, yet also very, very bitter. The boy was frail, and obviously didn't have much strength. And his body was littered in bruises. His hair was outgrown, and covered his eyes for the most part, but you could still see them.