On the third day, we were rewarded with tiny cupcakes as an honor for surviving for more than 48 hours. George ate his food heartily while I ate with difficulty. Lily's condition was getting worse and I needed to do something to save her.

At least, I could try.

I kept pondering in my heart about what I should do, and when I went out of options I simply stood in the center of the room and then opened my mouth nervously, “The masked man…” I acknowledged him, “If you’re listening, then please help the woman here. She has a fever, high fever, and she needs medical help.”

I said...