He scribbles down his latest calculations in his messy journal to take a few notes of physical energy and leans forward in his chair. He takes a moment to rest his swollen left eye and tense muscles before rubbing the tiredness from his right eye. He sighs, feeling the weight of exhaustion bearing on his shoulders as he set his pen down to carefully pick up two copper wires to spark on a transmission box and murmured.

“How long has my amnesia had worsened since I slept in this manor? Two? three days? It doesn’t matter, I have to continue my latest invention and finish it as soon as possible. I may be in a prison uniform, but I'm not imprisoned!”