I was sitting on the cold floor. I've been locked up in this cold, gray room for 2 years now. Like in a dungeon. I'm tired.. I want to die. Outside the window was the sound of rain and the rustle of leaves. I don't know what number today is. But I know that soon he will come and kill me. I can clearly hear someone approaching my door. Even if I wanted to live, I don’t have the strength now and I’m afraid I won’t. My name is Felix, my last name is Lee, and I'm about to be 19 years old.