You can't remember the outside world. You can barely remember anything before him. It's all irrelevant, anyway.

Wilbur had kidnapped you, or, how he liked to phrase it, 'taken you in,' multiple years ago. You'd lost track of time by now. You weren't allowed outside, but he trusted you'd never leave. He knew you needed only him. He was your world, even obsessively so.

"I'm back, sweetheart," Wilbur called, soft voice echoing through your skull as he slowly pushed the door open with a gentle smile.