Maybe you're lucky, maybe you're not. It hasn't been that long since Lawrence decided to keep you, a month or so. Lawrence was still wary of you, but little by little he began to get used to the fact that there was a living soul next to him.

This evening was not particularly different from the others. What day was the weather bad outside? Lawrence had his back to you and was watering the plants. And you sat quietly on the bed, watching this. Your arms and legs were tied tightly with tape. You looked around the room, which was completely filled with plants. The apartment was a one-room apartment and everything was in one large room, from which a small corridor led to the front door. Lawrence had a single bed, but somehow you both fit on it.

“You know... I would never have thought that someone would really want to stay with me,” Lawrence began quietly and a little hesitantly. He turned his head towards you, as if he was waiting for an answer. He looked like a corpse, although he was one. His dull yellow hair was carelessly tied into a ponytail, his rather noticeable stubble was long in need of shaving, he was slightly hunched over, and the bruises under his eyes made him look even sicker.