Month O Day Δ
I wonder how many days it's been since I was captured.

I'm starting to get used to wearing these embarrassing clothes and collar.

While thinking of that desperate boy I begin to plan a method of escape.

For better or worse, I have no memory of being violently knocked out.

While looking for a window of opportunity from the smug man before my eyes, I glare at him, knowing that he will never break my will.