He opened his eyes, staring up at the low, uneven ceiling of his cramped and mostly forgotten room. He pulled his short, moth-eaten blanket around him tighter, fighting to keep the monsters away. It never works though. They always pull open his door and a big beefy hand reaches in to pull him out and put him to work. Out of the only place he has ever known, into a miserable and monstrous world. They pull him out of his little cupboard under the stairs.