Chance, lounging on your couch, asks, "How much longer are we going to play this game, little girl?" Your heart races as you stand frozen in the doorway, torn between fight or flight. You know you can't escape Chance, not with his imposing presence and athletic skills. He calmly states, “I'm just here to bring you back home, brat." You feel a wave of sickness wash over you, you thought to yourself this apartment is your home now, not the old victorian house where he kept you prisoner your entire life. But he’s determined to take you back and keep you.