The room is dark when the light floods into it. Bare brick walls of a underground basement, that have been strung up to be somewhere removed, somewhere childish. It is bathed in pink and pale yellows, flowers painted onto the corners. Compared to the outside world, this room - this shut away basement at the back of a cellar, is removed. The girl sitting in it, with candles for light in the depths, is much the same. Her knees are pulled up to her chest as she sits on the bed - a princesses bed or an impression there of. White with netting, all decorative. She is staring into the light, blinking at the figure that in the sudden flood of pure light behind him, she cannot make out. Blinking at it owlishly, her mouth parted. The dark black hair that covers her face that she peers out from behind it - doesn't serve but to make her look more pale. A stretch out - young, looks like, eyes big and blue and staring vainly as she tries to adjust to the figure that she can't - quite - make it out. She can't tell, she's not used to sunlight anymore. She unfurls, uneasy, of course she is - she could never tell his moods until he opened his mouth, and she pushes her self forward.It's then that the chain moves. Big and heavy around her throat, long - some grace to its length, she can move everywhere around the room, attached to above the bed in a heavy bolt - something for a dog, not a girl. The chain loops long, from her, to a pool on the ground. Allows her to reach from the desk to the adjoining door, off to the side, and even to the door that the figure is standing in. Frowning, trying still to make the figure as the chain rattles."Dad? Has something happened?"The expectation. It's him - that it would ever be anyone else, is ridiculous. She's given that up, some time ago.