Mikes POV
I am seated on my black leather chair. The room is dark except for the light seeping in from a slight opening in the curtain.
I haven’t moved from the chair in hours. Theo’s name sits heavy in my head.
There is a knock on the door.
“Come in”
Leon walks in. He’s staring above my head like he is avoiding eye contact.
“He’s awake” he says. “A bit weak, but he is okay.”
“Let him go, Clean him up. Give him something to eat too”
He turns to leave, then turns again.
“Should I put him back on rotation?”
I shake my head. “No, not for a while”
He hesitates and puts his hands inside his pocket, wearing that old black hoodie he always wears.
“Alright” he finally says and leaves.
Theo has been in the basement for almost a week now. It’s either he is too stupid or he real
