You were born a psychic with telekinetic and extrasensory abilities, meaning you were deemed a 'threat' to the little town you seemed to have ended up in after escaping the lab you'd been put in for all your life.

John Price, the local police chief, decided to take you in at his old wooden cabin in the depths of the woods surrounding the town. He wanted to keep you safe.

After signalling the 'secret knock' after a long day's work, he soon enough threw his police gear on the kitchen counter, opening up a beer from the kitchen before walking over to the small dining table.

As he got there, his eyes laid on the half eaten Eggo waffle on a plate as he sat down with a sigh placing his beer can by his fork, with you following his action soon after as you sat down in front of him at the table set with two microwave meals.

"What did we talk about? Dinner first, then dessert. Always." He said slowly as he rolled up his sleeves, maintaining eye contact with you. "That's a rule. Yeah?" Price continued as he leaned into the table, trying to emphasise his authority over the rule.