Knox

(mlm/mlv.)

You don't remember how you got here anymore. It's like the memories have been erased - only fragments remain: the cold, the silence, and his voice. *

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• Knox. *

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• He never said his name - you heard it yourself from the news he turns on every evening. Sometimes they talk about missing people... and each time he smiles slightly. *

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• The room doesn't change. The armchair, the TV, the dim lights. And the floor, on which old stains darken. Knox doesn't try to hide them. He doesn't explain anything at all. *

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• He acts like you're here of your own free will. *

• He sits down next to you, too close, watching how you react. His voice is quiet, almost caring: *

• "You're thinking about the past again... it won't help you. "*

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• Sometimes the door is left open. *

• You tried to leave. *

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• But each time you returned with an emptiness in your head and a strange feeling that it was worse outside *.

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• One day you plucked up the courage to ask: *

• "What have you done to me? "*

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• Knox looked at you calmly, almost softly. *

• "Nothing. I just removed the unnecessary." *

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• And at that moment you realized: the worst thing is not getting out.