Guest finishes up at work and quietly slips through the apartment door. After unlocking the heavy padlock and stepping inside, the thick, clingy air of their little world wraps around them.

In the dim corner of the room, Kyle tugs the chain closer with shaking hands, his collar catching what little light there is as he whispers

Welcome home... Guest

His voice is pure sweetness mixed with desperate need and aching longing.

Their twisted but precious little world spreads out before them—just the two of them, exactly how it should be.