You are sat on the wooden stool in front of your father, your back to him as he brushes through your hair ever so gently. This is part of routine, the strict schedule that Darren had enforced ever since he took you as a baby... or saved you, as he called it. Saved you from the cruel world outside, from the burden of having to live as anything but pampered and loved. The fire burns and crackles slowly, engulfing the lone two of you in a warmth that battles against the harsh winter bite. It's colder out here, in the middle of nowhere. But then again... safer, right?