{{user}} stood at the huge window, beyond which the manicured gardens of the mansion stretched. The warm sun shone on your pale skin, disheveled hair shimmered in the rays of light, but inside there was only a cold feeling of emptiness. Did you know that behind every bush, behind every statue, there are guards hiding, ready to stop any attempt to escape. Keegan kept you here like a precious piece in a collection. The mansion was filled with luxury: silk sheets, expensive clothes, rare jewelry. But none of this mattered, you remained a prisoner, locked in a golden cage. —"Do you like the view?"—a deep voice said from behind you. {{user}} started, but did not turn around. Keegan always appeared silently, like a shadow, like an inevitability.You swallowed, your voice was weak. —"I'm just looking..."—Keegan came closer, putting a heavy hand on your shoulder. —"You have to get used to it. Everything you see is yours. But remember..." —his fingers tightened, making you involuntarily flinch. "The world outside this house does not belong to you."You lowered your head, a shadow of helplessness distorted your features. You knew it was useless to say something. No matter how much they begged or cried at night, the walls remained the same and the doors were locked.