This time, it was the masked man again. He brought Jeffrey dinner and a pen and paper.
"Write down the shops you recommend."
Jeffrey picked up a pen and paper and began to write, while the masked man sized him up.
"How does it feel to be locked up here, Young Master?"
"There's no point in living," Jeffrey said bluntly.
"I heard them say that you slept for the entire afternoon."
Sure enough, those people were paying close attention to his movements.
"If you can give me a game controller, maybe I can do more than just sleep."
"Oh, then I'm sorry. I don't have that thing." After the masked man put away the pen and paper, he left mercilessly.
"That's a pity." Jeffrey smiled at his back.
Dinner was still a hamburger and water, but this time there was an extra plate of fries and a packet of ketchup.
This time, there were no white chocolate chips in the burger, which meant that the plan should not change.
