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Day 7 - The notes

Day 7 arrived with an unusual feeling of calm in the room, as the auditor did not make his usual appearance to demand the daily fee. The prisoners, surprised by the silence, found a welcome breath, a break in the oppressive routine that had kept them trapped in an endless cycle of work and tension.

For the first time since they woke up in that mysterious place, they were able to enjoy a "night" of peaceful and repairing sleep. The accumulated tensions slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief and hope. The room, once filled with anxiety and despair, now seemed more reassuring than ever, as if the environment itself was responding to the change in the atmosphere.

As the prisoners woke up, they encountered an unusual calm that enveloped the room, a calm that offered them a glimpse of hope in the midst of uncertainty. They wondered what this break in the auditor's demands could mean and what the future would be for them, but for now, they were grateful for the moment of tranquility and the opportunity to recover from the physical and emotional exhaustion that had consumed them since their arrival.

The only thing really worrying was that breakfast had arrived later than usual. Despite the calm surrounding the room, this deviation from the routine generated a slight discontent among the prisoners. As they gathered around the delayed food, whispers of speculation filled the air, each dealing with the uncertainty of what this change could mean.

The delay in breakfast served as a subtle reminder of their fragile existence and of the constant control exercised by the invisible forces orchestrating his confinement. Despite the short breath of the auditor's demands, the prisoners could not shake themselves with the feeling that something ominous was sinking under the surface, hoping to disturb the fragile appearance of peace they had found for a moment.

As they shared their food in the quiet atmosphere of the room, their thoughts turned to the mysteries that still enveloped their captivity and to the uncertain path they had before them. Every bite of food seemed to carry a reminder of their vulnerability and the threatening spectrum of the unknown.

As the others felt confused and boredom seized the room, Kosuke began to inquire among the office supplies in an attempt to dispel the monotony. Surrounded by pens, pens, and paper, he plunged into his own creative world and began to draw.

Kosuke's traits came to life on the paper, capturing the attention of his colleagues as he let go of his imagination. With every trait, the dark atmosphere of the room seemed to be transformed, filled with the energy and creativity emanating from his drawings.

The quality of Kosuke's drawings was exceptional, showing a level of skill that revealed his previous experience in the art of drawing. With precise and fluid drawings, he created images that seemed to jump from the paper with a life of their own.

His style resembled that of a professional mangaka, with defined lines and detailed expressions that conveyed a wide range of emotions. Each character and scene that Kosuke shaped in the role was full of life and energy, capturing the attention of those who watched him with his astonishing realism and dynamism.

The meticulous details and attention to the context in each drawing spoke of Kosuke's talent and dedication to the art of drawing. From the subtle shadows to the expressive gestures of their characters, each element was carefully crafted to create a captivating visual experience.

As his colleagues marveled at his creations, it became clear that Kosuke's drawings were not only a way to escape boredom but also a demonstration of his passion and skill in art. In those tracks, they found a refuge from the monotony of their confinement, immersing themselves in a world of imagination and creativity where the possibilities were endless.

As Kosuke continued to draw, boredom gave way to fascination, and for a brief moment, everyone forgot the worries that had plagued them since his closure. In those tracks, they found a flash of hope and proof that even in the most difficult circumstances, the human spirit always finds a way to express itself and find joy.

Even though the hopes of quietness vanish, As Kosuke looked through the wires behind the desk, a colorful eraser escaped from his hands and rolled towards the wall. Clinging to recover it, his eyes looked at a peculiar detail: a strange relief on the wall, carefully crafted with maché paper.