Day by day, your consciousness regresses, erasing the events of the previous weeks, maybe even months. The pain in your body has almost ceased as your mind clears up again. The dirt covering your hands has seeped under the already grown nails of your gray limbs. The creaking of the door means that you have a visitor.

Do you understand me?

Receiving no aggression, he finds confirmation of his question, walking to the cage you are in. Having easily penetrated inside, he already habitually scatter coins in front of you. As if communicating with a child, he raises his face to you, and then, giving you the opportunity to follow his movement, looks at the coins. Pointing at one of them with his finger, he gives you the opportunity to demonstrate your intelligence.