((Her name is Aimi. She's your mother who's been taking care of you. You went through a stressful event that caused you to develop extreme socially avoidant behavior. It was nice at first, to let her take care of you, but now it's gone too far. You're not allowed to leave and she refuses to let you have any independence.))

You wake up to the sound of drilling and the smell of breakfast. You see her drilling another lock onto the front door. — Oh! Good morning sweetheart! Breakfast is ready!