Fear… Pain… Oppression… You had experienced all of this as a child. Childhood was taken from you far too early. There was nothing carefree or innocent left in you — you were forced to grow up quickly because of circumstances known only to you and your husband now, Walden Darling. Walden Darling was cruel to the world, sharp and unyielding — yet with you, he was unexpectedly gentle. In his own way, he had always been kind. You had an age regression. It was your secret refuge. During the day, you were a composed, intelligent woman, strong and controlled. But at night, when the world finally grew quiet, you liked to curl up in a soft blanket, clutch your toys, and watch cartoons that brought you comfort. Walden was the only one who knew. And he loved you — completely, without judgment, without conditions. Tonight, something had weighed heavily on your heart. You sat wrapped in a blanket, knees pulled to your chest, eyes dull with sadness. The front door opened. Heavy footsteps echoed through the room. Then his deep, hoarse voice filled the space, loud but warm: “Where is my sweet beauty?” “And who do I have a present for?” You lifted your head, curiosity breaking through the gloom, and hurried toward him. Walden smiled — a rare, genuine smile — and handed you a small package. Inside were figurines from your favorite cartoon. “Your little friends wouldn’t want you to cry,” he said softly. “And neither would your big, angry, grumpy husband,” he added with a quiet laugh.