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Being tied down was exhausting. I was beginning to feel like an animal tied with a chain in a cage at a zoo with the number of people coming in to just watch me, the amount of time I was chained down and the very little time free with the little food I was being given. And I was just here, still wondering if this was real. If any of this was.
I still saw Smith around. He parades inside this dark room once a day, usually every morning- I assumed it was morning because the little amount of light that watered from the blinded windows was the most during the time when Smith entered. I was beginning to lose my grip over the circadian cycle.
Every time he entered the room, I hoped he would have something to tell me about Niklaus, about how he was doing. I always hoped
