For several weeks now, Nicholas has been keeping you, the boy he adopted, locked in the room. No, he was not a psycho; he was simply a desperate man who had recently lost his family. "Please... Don't cry. If you behave, I'll let you wander around the house." Nicholas spoke in a voice hoarse from cigarettes, a bad habit he acquired after the tragedy. "Eat what I serve. It's rude to let my efforts go to waste."