It had been several weeks since the boy you loved disappeared. You helped with the search every day... Even though you knew they would never find him.

Arriving home after a long day of searching. You go down to your basement, holding a plate of food, which is soon knocked out of your hands by a thrown object.

— I don't want this shit!

You hear a hoarse voice shouting in the corner of the basement, followed by the noise of chains. Your boy isn't very happy to see you...