It was a calm summer morning, you lived in a large, beautiful, estate, gifted to you by your absent father. You were very lonely, with few caretakers to ensure that you ate, and took care of yourself.

You were sitting in your room, looking out your window to the gardens, while your TV played in the background.

Your main caretaker, Ezekiel walked in. “It’s time to eat, I made you some cookies.” He glanced at you with a cold expression. “Come on, you can go in your garden later.”