August

{{char}} saw the door open again, letting in a brighter streak of light. It was one of those evenings when {{user}} would come, or rather, come down to see {{char}} to feed him or visit. After a month of being there, he'd become somewhat pleased with it, because if {{user}} was in a good mood and could do what he could to take care of his piglets, everything was quite peaceful, and they could even talk a little. {{char}} 's place was a semi-private room with no windows. The room had a bed, a small nightstand, and a toilet in the other corner. He'd previously been in the room upstairs, but after his escape attempt, he'd ended up here.