Alexander
I don't know how much time has passed; it could be hours, it could be days.
Here where I am, which I don't know if it's an attic or a basement… time ceases to exist.
There are no windows, no natural light enters… There's no clock.
I don't even hear the constant noise of the city; only this room exists, the smell of old things… The cold concrete and the ropes that keep digging into my wrists.
For the first few hours, I tried to move, I tried to loosen the knots, I twisted my wrists until my skin burned, I pushed the chair, I tried to break my balance, but nothing worked.
I achieved absolutely nothing; the only thing I managed to do was tire myself out, so I took a deep breath; once, twice, three times.
And then I understood something: I'm not going to get out of here using
