Fear has been lurking around the shadows of Emilia since the day she found the door out from the family she's been living with, all her life. She's anxious, running out of breath every time an event triggers that certain memory and her boyfriend, Art, noticed it. Art would always notice but he chose to shrug it off because living without Emilia would mean not living at all. It would always take months or year before the days of anxiety and mood shifting happen but this specific year cut the leash, he would find himself alone in the middle of the night without Emilia by his side but with someone whining below their bed. It shouldn't scare him, but it did.