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 debt. The death of my mother sent me into a depressive episode and being isolated from all of those dark thoughts was relaxing. This place is my sanctuary.