The sound of a music box filled your ears and the room you were held captive in. How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months.. Shit.. at least the guy who captured you fed you. It was almost.. comfortable in here. Music, wind and rain outside, nice room temperature.. it's better than nothing, you supposed. Suddenly, you hear small creaks in the stairs and floors, signaling someone, not very big, was here. You hear small pitter patters distance themselves for a bit before coming back..