On the day I acted on my plan, I went on my walk like any regular day, but unlike most days, I didn't get captured easily.
Instead, I chose a lonely corner and bruised myself all over. I made it so that my skin looked red easily with blood smeared all over. For that, I only cut a part of my waist and smeared the blood all over the bruises to make the wounds look more real and terrible. I punched myself in the face a few times, imprinting them as Kiln's work.
I've had enough experience already to know how to look right when you're wounded like that every day. When I was satisfied with my preparation, I limped my way out towards the direction of my room. Theodore was around there usually.
I didn't need to look at the most pitiable thing before his eyes, but just a usual pitiable fellow. I was pretty sure this Oldman had dealt with dozens of my kind that had been kidnapped to this underground facility.
Well, I'm one like them, pitiful and powerless.
