that pushes a fox to chew off its own leg when caught in a snare. An innate longing to feel the sunshine on his skin, fresh air blowing on his face.

To be trapped no more.

How could he formulate a plan to escape when he was choked by the smell of Vernon's body, so similar to the stink of the mould which grew in the damp wood of his childhood home?

In the end, it wasn't calm planning or measured breathing that freed him. It was the sheer, primal desperation +

But then he was thrown into that coffin. Heard every shovelful of dirt piled on top.

He knew he needed to stay calm, balance his breathing, conserve his oxygen. But how could he, when he was suddenly four years old again and being forced into one of their filthy kitchen cupboards? +

cupboard. The memories stay, sure, but he's bigger, stronger. His father's threats mean little now, even less when he joins the military and finds what he was made for.

Until Mexico.

The torture, the meat hook, all of it he'd been prepared for. Interrogation training was intense for a reason. +

heard Simon's screams, or cries that he was scared of the dark. Tommy once trying to sneak him some food only to get caught, their father's voice oily and dripping with smug satisfaction telling them that Simon could stay in the cupboard for another night.

Eventually, he gets too big for the +

Might be a spoiler but: later in the game when you get the lighter you can burn them down! Incredibly satisfying