(Disclaimer: Tigreb perspective)

As he was leaving, I said: "Sir, before you called me by my name. Can I call you by yours also?"
"Well, since we are in this situation, fine. My name is Max." And just like that, he left, closing the door.

His necklace had a simple golden chain and a beautiful pendant that looked like a cylinder.
"He must be crazy giving something so precious to someone else. I should really take care of this. He'll kill me if I lose it."

Then my eyes raised. The spacious room that felt so cold before had now a sense of warmth. Still, I was feeling uncomfortable, so I turned off the lights and started to imagine my house. I felt a little safer. Holding my hand to the necklace I was wearing, I fell asleep.

I woke up to a knock at the door and the sound of a key unlocking it. A woman in a blue uniform entered with a food tray.
"This is your breakfast, miss. Hope you enjoy it. Do you need anything else?" she said.
Looking at the tray, I stayed silent.
"Then with your permission, I'm leaving."

"Stop! I have a question." My mouth couldn't keep that unspoken.
"Is Max eating also?" I asked.
"I'm afraid I cannot answer that question." She replied and left the room, locking the door again.

There was a simple toast and a glass of milk on the tray. I was angry and thirsty, but I didn't touch a thing. I felt too empty, and then I remembered that the only thing that made me full early in the mornings was that little bottle of orange juice. Suddenly thinking of that, a tear rolled down my face.
"All this time he was locked in a room, while I was walking the streets all around. Even I was unhappy, even though I could see so many things, but imagine how...