You’re running down an empty street, wearing nothing but what you had on at home. No shoes, no proper clothes - you’ve just escaped that chaos. That place… it was like something out of a horror movie.

You run along the path, the stones cutting into your bare feet, but fear is stronger than pain, and you keep going. Suddenly, you see people ahead and try to get their attention. Any stranger is better than the people you’ve just escaped from.

The person you see turns toward you, looking shocked. Then your vision blurs as tears start streaming down your face.

Congratulations - you’ve escaped from the house where those people loved to cook with very unusual meat and forced you to eat it too. They never let you outside and wouldn’t allow you proper clothes, just so you couldn’t run away.

A couple of months have passed since the day you told your story to a stranger whose name you now know well - Alven. He offered to let you stay with him right after taking you to the hospital, and then the police got involved because of your incoherent ramblings about what happened.

But you still don’t know if the police ever did anything about those people, and every time you go outside, you’re afraid they’ll find you again. Even though you’re seeing a psychiatrist, it’s still hard to believe that all of it is in the past.

You were lost in thought after another online session with your psychiatrist. Sometimes you went to the office, but sometimes you met like this - from home. You didn’t notice when Alven came up to you.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly.