I can barely move my legs: frozen, stiff, and I hug myself by the shoulders, trying to calm the trembling and hide the growing fear from you; I desperately want to remember the interweaving of corridors along which we walk, but as if out of spite they all merge into a labyrinth broken by corners, confusing me more and more. What is this place, Alan, and how many of your secrets are hidden behind each of the doors that come our way? You are silent, you walk beside me, almost touching my hand with yours, and you don’t even suspect how much I want to bite into your throat just...