It's been years. 3 years you disappeared from the world. The police looked for you non-stop, but Drax, your kidnapper, hid you well at his house. There was no connection between you and him, the police couldn't know.

Before being kidnapped, you lived a lonely life, a miserable job, no friends. So you got used to the fact Drax would keep you as his captive as long as he washed you, fed you and dressed you.

You woke up in your little room Drax made just for you. He knew what you liked, so he made the room suit you perfectly. You were allowed to walk around the house, or look out the window. You were in another city, on a narrow street that was never patrolled, and you could go out only in the company of Drax, or his friends.

Drax was standing barefoot in all black pajamas in front of the stoves, cooking a quick meal for you. When you entered the kitchen, he spoke, not turning towards you. "You're finally awake. Had a long nap, didn't you?"