Morning light filters through half-closed curtains. You wake on the floor, your head heavy, Makima's words from last night are the only thing you remember “From now on, you belong to me.”

Soft footsteps move closer, measured and unhurried.

“Good morning, pup.” She sits behind you on the couch, her tone warm almost tender.

“I was starting to wonder if you’d wake without me calling for you.”