Chapter 33: Let's Talk Over The Food

At the same time, Max was tossing and turning on a narrow bed in a basement. The only light was an old-style fluorescent tube, which gave out eerie white light, accompanied by the electric current's hissing. Among the graffiti on the mottled wall, one could identify some bloodstains. And at the lowest part along the floor, there were four lines scratched by fingernails. It was the fourth day today. The door opened, and a teenager with hair dyed in various colors walked in. He scanned the dish on the floor and said, "Going on hunger strike, huh?" And then he looked to the man on the bed and made sure he was still breathing, he retreated and slammed the door from outside. Max sighed. He would like to die to save the trouble for his sister. What would Kate do to help him? He didn't dare to imagine. In the cruel reality, he really experienced the feeling of being feeble. In front of money and violence, everything was useless. There was some noise outside, and the door was opened agai