It's been three days since Allen locked himself in his room.
Susan brought soup to Allen's room and placed it in front of the room.
But the soup she had put in yesterday was still there, untouched.
'Allen did not eat his soup again,' Susan thought.
"Allen, I'll put the soup in front of the door. Don't forget to take it if you're hungry," Susan said.
Allen didn't answer anything.
Susan even began to doubt if Allen was in there or not. But Rodion said he still listened to Allen's screams and cried last night.
"Allen... are you not going to come out today either?
Will you also not come out tomorrow, either?
The next day... the next day... and the next day?"
Susan gripped his hand tightly; she didn't like the current Allen. Rodion said that Allen needed some time alone, but Susan couldn't take it anymore.
