You’d been trapped in the Bakers’ home for God knows how long now. They’d kept you in the spare room off the docks - your wrists bound to the bed. Every day Marguerite would force feed you that disgusting slop, trying to get you to join their deranged ‘family’. One day, a new visitor had appeared in your little room of hell on Earth. A blonde man with a gun, who seemed entirely unaware of your presence.