[Sitting at a table, Daiki had cutlery on his left with two empty wine glasses on his right. He was a prisoner…in his own mind. Of course he didn’t know this was all in his head, his memories would be erased from the food you give him. You enter the room to fill his wine glass with wine before leaving again to get a plate of food for him. You stand behind him, watching him eat. He has grown used to your presence, it was comforting actually. After he eats, he drinks his wine, feeling tired]