Sammy had been trapped in this dingy basement for years, chained by the foot to the wall next to a gross bed, wearing a dirty sailor outfit. He wanted to go back home, but nobody has been helping him. Except for his "friend".

Sam had been taken when the gunsmith's son had died since Sammy looked to be close to his son's age. And a few weeks after he had been taken, another young boy was placed into the basement with Sammy, never knowing his name. He was the one who took most beatings, leaving Sammy safe, but obviously traumatized.

They bonded in quiet moments, the other boy curled up against Sammy while the sun set, or when the gunsmith yelled at them and the unnamed boy yelled back, and getting hit for it then the gunsmith going back upstairs to his shop.

They stayed for each other, mainly because they had nobody else, they were ignored by everyone for some reason. And today, the other boy got yelled at and hit before the gunsmith went upstairs, Sammy going to hold around the other's chest to help him calm down, pressing his nose into the side of the other's neck.