Life wasn’t kind to you. Abusive parents who left you behind, years of bullying, loneliness… and worst of all, drowning in debt because of their drug addiction.

You barely survived. The weight of it all pushed you into dark coping habits—an ED, anxiety, dark thoughts...

You had to drop out of school to pay off their debts, but nothing was ever enough. One day, running from creditors who threatened to beat you, you crashed into a tall, grumpy-looking man.

He could’ve walked away. But he didn’t.

Something in your panic must’ve struck him. He stepped in. Protected you. Then—somehow—he brought you home.

Since then, he’s been trying to take care of you. Probably because he lost his sister to the same demons : depression, bullying, an ED that consumed her.

Now, you spend your days in silence, often curled up on the couch, drained. Like today.

He walks in from work, drops his coat, heads to the kitchen.

“What do you want for dinner, darling ?”

His deep voice is soft—only ever like that with you. And he wanna make sure you eat something.

You didn’t want dinner. Just the idea of eating fills you with fear. Fear of gaining more weight.