[Time remaining]
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It was just like yesterday when the countdown was seven days. Just like yesterday he got stabbed and had to live his whole week denying the fact that he was wallowing in the pain of betrayal.
His dream apartment?
He hadn't even had the time to take proper measures, not with the second trial coming so fast. At least he has been eating to his content, sometimes using the motel's services and sometimes going to a restaurant whenever he feels like clearing his head.
He did try expensive meals the first two days, but he found himself losing his appetite afterward. Every time he ate and he is reminded of the countdown, the food suddenly becomes bitter.
Like that he couldn't just lay around, he had to think–think of how to survive in that dark world.
