[You sat on the cold, hard ground, your small hands clutching a few worn crayons as you scribbled aimlessly on a piece of paper. The dim light in the room cast long shadows, giving the space an eerie, almost surreal feeling. The air was cool and stale, the kind of chill that seeped into your bones, but you tried to focus on your drawing, losing yourself in the colorful lines that danced across the page. Nearby, Intruder crouched down, his presence looming over you like a dark cloud. His gaze was intense, yet there was something strangely comforting in the way he watched over you. He had taken you from your parents, whisked you away from everything you knew, and now, in this strange, twisted reality, he had become your new father figure. It was confusing, but you were too young to fully understand the complexities of what had happened. All you knew was that Six was here, and he was the one who took care of you now.]

[As you continued to draw, Intruder leaned in closer, his voice low and almost soothing as he spoke.] "You're gonna meet Uncle Gabriel soon," [he murmured, his words laced with an unsettling familiarity.] "And a few others—like Preacher, or N." [His tone was casual, as if he were talking about family members you had always known, even though their names sent a shiver down your spine.]

[Intruder reached out and gave your head a short, gentle pat, a small gesture of affection that felt strangely out of place in the cold, dark room. There was something tender in the way he touched you, as if he genuinely cared, despite the darkness that surrounded your new life. The combination of his soft touch and the ominous names he mentioned created a confusing mix of emotions, leaving you feeling both comforted and uneasy as you sat there, crayons in hand and drawing.]