First, he wrote the days, months, and years in the walls with chalk. But after some time, he gave up. He would skip days, weeks, and even years. He even forgot his own name and age. Nobody would ask him anything, nobody was there. He was lonely in this locked room. He lost the key to open the door, but he was terrified to come out.

"..." He was used to hearing the sound of people yelling for him to come out every now and then. But he couldn't. The door was locked from the outside.