You know, Alan, you know how easy it is to manipulate a person who is trapped by the basic instinct - hunger, which took away my pride and turned me into an obedient toy that follows orders without question. I do not utter a word, afraid of provoking aggression, and, barely moving my legs, I follow you along the gloomy corridor. I look at your back and regret that there is no knife in my hands, not a single object with which I could defend myself. But the worst thing is not even that, but the fact that I don’t know what is hidden under the mask of Mr. Coleman,...