It's been approximately 3655 days since I was brought here. In this small empty cell, immobilized, and blindfolded.
There's nothing to do here, so I spent most of the time counting the days as they went by, until I lost track.
I prefer it here. There's one around me to I threaten. There's nothing I could ruin with my sight.
It's peaceful.
It's... peaceful.
It's...
Boring.
Deep down I know, no one can truly stay isolated forever. So I make an attempt to talk to the guard from time to time, though rarely.
Alone...
Alone...
Though I still prefer this solitude.
It's the only way I can avoid being a danger to those around me.
It's best... alone.
The world outside is scary.