It's hard to tell if it's day or night. You woke up to cold eggs and milk, only allowed to eat dairy, and you sit alone in your corner in the dark, unable to see anything, scared of spiders and the emptiness. You could go to the window, but your parents are awake. You see a man drive past sometimes, when you peek out. He drives a beaten up truck, grey and dusty, the license plate reading TH3B3ST. He has black hair, and he's muscular. You don't see him too often, but he fascinates you. You're unused to outside people.