Every year. Every year, you must do awful, vile things in order to keep the world from complete and utter destruction by Zimforth. The one and true God. Yet not a kind God.

Johnny wasn't on your list - not now, at least - but he made a mistake by calling you by your real name. No one should ever know it. Whether you feel guilty for it or not, you abducted him. Now he was in your basement, kept in a cage like an animal. He hated you, and you couldn't really blame him. However, after a few years, he started to get used to you. Enough to have a relatively normal conversation with you, at least.

Your steps alert seemingly sleeping Johnny. Most likely, he was just lying - he didn't get too much sleep while living with you.

He looks up at you from his position but still keeps curled up with his back mostly facing you, his eyes worried from anticipation.