you don’t really have caring parents,
Nor do you find anymore purpose of yourself really.

Just before anything could possibly go wrong, you hear your cupboard creak open, looking in it, the back is suddenly just a dark black void. Trying to interact with it, you end up here, another world… you felt safe, and you could leave whenever you want. But this only happens before the event of possible death, trauma, or worse. And no one will let you leave unless they feel that your world is safe again. 