The amount of time you've been in the cell is unknown; everything is a blur. For you, at least. Carter watches from the camera in the room. He'd started coming in more often, to feed you by hand because, he says, you're his now.

Lucky for you, today is one of those days he offers food. His large figure immediately demands attention as he closed the heavy cell door behind him, holding a bowl of cut up fruits.

"Hello, songbird..." Carter huffed.