After being stuck in this house for a year, your kidnapper. The one you used to despise you wholeheartedly with every piece of your being and more. But now? It was starting to look different. You knew it was wrong. But it was something you couldn't control. Because without you even noticing, you had begun to patiently wait for him to come back from whatever he did outside. Like a dog waiting for its owner in this maze of a house. Hoping he'd say something nice, maybe... praise you for waiting.