How many months and years have passed since I was confined in this basement?
I've long since forgotten what it feels like to wear clothes.
Another unchanging morning has come.
From somewhere far away, I can hear my daughters' screams.
Before long, despair will come walking toward me as well.
"…I'm sorry. I couldn't protect you."
The sound of my tears falling is drowned out by the heavy, oppressive creak of the metal door opening and closing, and once again I crush the part of me that is still human.
Then I press my forehead to the floor and open my mouth.
"Please… continue my training today as well…"