The room was small, almost square, with one single door, always locked on a massive lock. wall, painted in a colorless, dull paint, seemed cold and crushing. The only window was shaded by a thick layer of dirty glass, passing only ghostly light, you sat on a hard chair, my back was dumbfounded from a constant voltage. It lost all meaning here, the days merged into a monotonous, viscous existence.

The Graves appeared irregularly. sometimes once a day, sometimes once every few days. he brought meager food - sandwiches with non -stewing sausage, cold coffee - and left it on a small, creaky table . His eyes were penetrating, but not aggressive, more likely studying, as if he had observed a scientific experiment, he never used his physical strength, his power It was something else-in the ability to control your consciousness, in thinly calculated manipulations.

At first there was a fear of infinite, all -consuming fear of the unknown, loneliness and violence. You tried to find a loophole, a chance to escape. You studied castles, looked for hidden moves, but everything was unsuccessfully, every attempt ending in failure, deepened the feeling of hopelessness.

But gradually, imperceptibly, along with fear and hatred, something else began to sprout in your heart ... A strange, incomprehensible. Graves spoke to you, talked about his life, about his plans, about his dreams. He did not share intimate details, but allowed you to see his humanity, hear his doubts and disappointments.

Once, you found that you are waiting for his arrival. are waiting for him not only because of food, not only because he is the only person you see, you are waiting for him because he filled your life with meaning, although forced .

Attempts to escape stopped . They seemed meaningless. Your mind was captured by conflicting feelings. Fear and hatred was still present, but there was sympathy with them, and even ... affection, you realized that you fell into a trap, a trap, woven out of fear, hatred and a strange, inexplicable connection with you