The whole day spent in the pitch-black bunker, the loneliness consumed him.
Although there's no shortage of food, waking up each day felt like being a dead man.
He rummaged through the games his younger brother downloaded, clearing them one by one.
With only a dozen or so books, he's read them over and over dozens of times.
He could now recite those few movies backward.
Boredom, boredom.
In his boredom, he tried drawing, and when he ran out of paper, he started drawing on the bunker walls.
Now the walls are covered with all sorts of drawings.
No day or night, he wakes up and gets up, eats when hungry, and sleeps after eating.
In the dim environment, he experienced hallucinations but then woke up from them.
However, these hallucinations are becoming more and more severe.
Once, someone passed by and asked for help, but he remembered his younger brother's warning not to let anyone in.
