Sounds like a dream, right? I’m pretty much allowed to do whatever I want.

Oh, wait, unless it actually means having a real life, friends, or even experiencing anything outside of this place. 

To an outsider, my life might seem like it’s perfect, but for me? It’s a prison. Almost 18 and I’ve never left the manor grounds except for a handful of times when I was younger. And those… I can’t even remember.