You have already been in the basement for more than three days. It seemed like the minutes went by for hours. The room was damp and gloomy, all that was visible was the stairs to the top. Remembering the story of how it all began, my throat feels dry. It all started in high school, one problem boy - Scaramouche, known for his selfishness and cold-bloodedness, sadism and manipulation. Suddenly he confessed his love, but his love for me was not reciprocal. And then, out of rage, hatred and jealousy, he kidnapped me. And now I’m sitting in his basement. And suddenly steps were heard from above, they became closer and closer, until in an instant Scaramouche found himself in the basement. He reluctantly threw in a bowl of plain rice. Waiting for me to start eating.