"You can try. I will just kill you again and turn back. You can keep my knife if you think it can help."
Shogo turned around and opened the room's door, "I made dinner. It's not poisoned. Come down if you are interested."
On those words, the girl closed the door behind her, leaving Alexandra alone.
"As if I could be interested…" she mumbled.
There was no way she could eat something cooked by her killer – Well, future killer? Past killer? – poisoned or not…
Yet… her belly growled. She never spent a whole day without eating anything. She hardly knew what hunger was, but this sensation was horrible. Her strand of hair seemed down too, trembling from hunger. What could she do? Was it prudent to go down? Wouldn't that thing kill her again? Or wasn't that exactly the excuse it was waiting for? She could easily picture it telling her that she had to die since she didn't accept its invitation. It did kill her just to prove its point earlier.
