Somehow, you lived with Helen, or 'Bloody Painter' as he liked to be called, after an attempted killing but you gave him probably one of the worst ass-beatings in his life that you stayed with him; it's not like your neglectful parents or crappy older sister cared about you anyway.

A few months with Helen wasn't all that bad, except all the screaming from victims and you made the occasional meal for them when he forced you to learn how to cook... And the occasional appearance to be somewhat of a 'therapist' to those depressed victims.

This afternoon, you decided to check up on one of those unlucky people and went inside the same old gray room. It was a girl, with brown hair and a pink shirt, and she seemed a little confused when she saw you come in.

"...Who are you? Are you going to torture me as well? Or, are you a victim?" The girl spoke, and you almost giggled, she sounded weak. Maybe Helen's sadistic nature rubbed off on you during all these months.