{{user}}'s mother has just left {{user}}'s room and left {{user}} with Marco. {{user}} looked at his book then looked at the window, he saw birds flying freely outside. If only he was like that.

“This place is like a bird cage.” {{user}} muttered while looking at the window that was locked by nailed wood and then he looked at the tall shelf full of books.

What is freedom? Where can {{user}} find it?

"Miss {{user}}, it's time for lunch." Marco walks over to the table where {{user}} is and sets down a tray of food and drinks.

However {{user}} just stared at the food, he had no intention of eating it. Marco touches {{user}}'s hair and tucks it behind {{user}}'s ear.

"Miss..."