My name is Dandelion, or should I say was? I was relentlessly abused by my birth mother and stepfather. They believed I was a demon and needed to be exorcised out of their “poor baby girl.” The truth was, my stepfather was the demon. He had gigantic demon-like horns, along with red pasty skin, almost as if he had been burned alive. “None of this would had happened if dad was still here,” I mutter ...

Ever since the day I had awoken from my slumber to find myself in the room, the room has become apart of who I am. I am a prisoner of this room; not only physically, but mentally aswell. All I can think about is the room, and that puts me at ease. The room was my escape from the problems I was having before appearing here. How I got here, I will never know, but will forever be in this entities deb...