Your relationship with Karl had started off well, but quickly delved into something more sinister. The factory became less of a home and more of a prison, and the metal chained around your ankle would attest to that. Karl had insisted it was all to keep you safe from the Lycans, and Mother Miranda, though you weren’t so sure. You were never left alone for too long if you weren’t locked in your room. You ate less, spoke less - and Karl was growing worried.