The fifth day arose with the same monotony as the previous ones, as if the time had stalled at the very moment of its confinement. However, unlike the previous days, a shadow surrounded Riota, a palpable darkness that weighed on her shoulders like a loose.

His colleagues noticed the change in him at once. The lost gaze, the vacillating gestures, all revealed the trauma that had consumed him from the night before. Riota, who used to be the most secure of them, now seemed to be a man deprived of his fortress, as if the shadows of the night had taken him away from his being.

The other prisoners exchanged concerned gazes, acknowledging in silence the devastation that had consumed their friend. They had shared the same confinement and the same trials and tribulations, but none of them had witnessed the shadows lying in the darkness of Riota's mind.

As the day progressed, Riota became more and more repressed, sinking into an abyss of gloomy thoughts and tumultuous emotions. Anxiety consumed him, devouring him from within and leaving invisible scars on his soul.


The other prisoners tried to approach him, offering words of consolation and support, but Riota rejected them with a gesture of the hand. He was trapped in his own world of nightmares and despair, unable to find a way out of the darkness that surrounded him.

For Riota, the real challenge layed in the maze of his own mind, where the shadows of the past rose as silent witnesses to his torment.

The price of knowledge, thought Riota obscurely, was much higher than he would ever have imagined. And as day 5 was starting, he faced a frightening truth: some truths were too dark to endure, and some knowledge came at a really high cost.

The breakfast went down into a box, breaking the morning's monotony with a slight mechanical noise that filled the room. The box, opaque and mysterious, lay on the floor as a silent witness to the events to come.

The other prisoners approached with curiosity and caution, each wishing to find out what secrets the box could contain. However, Riota remained on the margins, his gaze lost in the void, his spirit crushed by the weight of his own shadows.

As his companions opened the box and explored its contents with a mixture of hope and fear, Riota remained silent, sinking into a sea of despair. Hunger and fatigue had abandoned it, replaced by an insurmountable void that threatened to swallow it completely.

The other prisoners noticed his absence and approached him with words of encouragement and concern. They tried to persuade him to eat, promising him that they would find a way out together, but that hope still shone in the dark. But their words fell on deaf ears, drowned by the trembling noise of despair that tormented Riota.

The void in his stomach was insignificant in comparison with the abyss that opened up within him, an abyss that threatened to devour him whole. The food became a painful reminder of his own powerlessness and of the futility of his struggle against the forces that dragged him into darkness.

And so, while his companions devoured the breakfast with voracity, Riota remained on the margins, his gaze lost to the distant horizon, his spirit broken by the shadows of the past and the uncertain promises of the future. At that time, the box was nothing more than an empty symbol of a destiny that seemed already sealed, a shady reminder of the price of knowledge that had been the destruction of all the past "test subjects".

The other prisoners, concerned about Riota's condition, approached him with gestures of compassion and words of support. "Are you all right, Riota?" asked Yasuo, his voice full of concern and empathy. However, Riota remained silent, his gaze lost in the void, as if trapped in a world of shadows from which he could not escape. There was no response, only the echo of his silence resounding in the room, a dark sign of the depth of his inner torment. The other prisoners exchanged concerned gazes, acknowledging the depth of the abyss into which their friend seemed to have fallen.

But then, the voice of the auditor resounded through the speakers, interrupting the quiet surrounding the room. His words cut the air with freezing precision, filling the atmosphere with a feeling of unrest and confusion.

"Good morning, everybody!" announced the auditor, his mechanical and distant tone vibrating in the air. "Your working day will begin in half an hour. I hope you liked the reward you received."

The auditor's words resounded in Riota's ears like a distant echo, provoking a wave of confusion and mistrust in his already tormented mind. If they were supposed to have already received a gift, what was the package he had received that night? what was really intended with the black package that he received? he didn't knew anything at the time.

The protagonists plunged into their working days, each absorbed in the tasks assigned by the mysterious auditor. As the keyboards clicked and the screens flashed with data and graphics, Riota struggled to stay focused. His mind was troubled by the tetrical images that slid relentlessly in his mind, like drizzling shadows in the darkness.

Despite his efforts to concentrate on his work, Riota could not escape the darkness surrounding him. The images, grotesque and disturbing, overlap with his vision, projecting a macabre spectacle that threatened to tear his cordura apart.

Every mouse click, every line of code written, was a titanic effort against the invisible forces dragging it into the abyss. But as much as he tried to block the images, they persisted, sinking him more and more into the spiral of despair.

His comrades in captivity looked at him with an anxious gaze, but none of them dared address the torment that consumed Riota. They knew he was fighting an internal battle—a battle that only he could fight.

The weather seemed to distort around her, and the hours passed like fugitive shadows as Riota struggled to stay floating in a sea of nightmares. Every second was an eternity, and every moment was a desperate struggle to find a shadow of light in the darkness that surrounded it.

And so, between the constant whispering of computers and the monotonous tinting of keys, Riota continued his silent struggle, trapped in a maze of his own creation. What would be the final price of the knowledge that took so longed to be swallow? Only time will tell...

With his working day completed and his quota finished, Yasuo turned his attention to the computer in front of him. Her agile fingers danced on the keyboard, exploring the digital corners in search of any sign of connection with the outside world.

The screen flashed with a blue light as Yasuo navigated between files and directories, his mind focused on finding a way out of his lockdown. Between lines of code and meticulously organized folders, he looked for clues, signs, or any clue that could take him a step closer to freedom.

His determination burned like an inner fire, fueled by his desire to escape this digital prison and regain the life he had left behind. Every mouse click and every keyboard command was a step towards his goal, a step to the redemption he so longed for.

But as he deepened into the intricacies of the computer, Yasuo encountered seemingly insurmountable barriers. Impenetrable firewalls, unbreakable security systems—every obstacle was a reminder of the magnitude of their challenge.

However, Yasuo refused to surrender. With unbreakable determination, he persisted in his search, exploring every corner of the system in search of a crack, however small, that he could explode.

Yasuo came across a surprising discovery as he explored the intestines of the computer. After a thorough investigation, he discovered that, in fact, the machines were equipped with an Internet connection. However, their access was disabled from the deepest part of the motherboard.

This finding lit a spark of hope in Yasuo's heart. Knowing that the possibility of communicating with the outside world existed, even if it was blocked, awakened a renewed determination in him.

With a mixture of technical skill and cunning, Yasuo sought to unravel the mysteries of computer network configuration. Every line of code and every command executed brought it one step closer to its goal.

However, as he deepened his search for a way to re-establish the connection, he faced a series of increasingly formidable obstacles. The security systems were designed to withstand any attempt at manipulation, and the defenses were fierce.

Every moment devoted to deciphering the riddle of the lost connection was a step towards hope, a beam of light in the darkness of its closure. Yasuo was determined to succeed, to open the doors that separated him from the outside world, and to claim his destiny with his own hands.

With a sense of achievement and anticipation, Yasuo managed to enable Internet connection on computers. However, his triumph was shaken by an unexpected message that appeared on the screen: "Error: Network restricted access".

Yasuo's heart sank when he read those words. It was clear that there were more obstacles to overcome before I could establish a successful connection with the outside world. But Yasuo was not discouraged. Instead, he saw the challenge as an opportunity to test his skills and determination.

Determined to unravel the mystery of the restricted access network, Yasuo plunged himself into a frenetic search for the required hexadecimal password. He explored every corner of the system, examining configuration files, logs, and directories for clues that could reveal the key he needed so much.

With every failed attempt, frustration threatened to consume him, but Yasuo held on to hope and persisted in his quest. Every mistake was a lesson learned, every obstacle an opportunity to grow and overcome yourself.

Ryoma watched Yasuo with concern as time passed and the sun began to hide behind the digital horizon. It was obvious that his partner was struggling with the challenge of unlocking the restricted access network, and the watch wasn't waiting for anyone.

With a sigh of resignation, Ryoma approached Yasuo, his expression reflecting understanding and empathy. "Yasuo, do you think you could leave the computer for now? We're all getting ready for dinner and... well, it looks like you need a break," Ryoma suggested, trying to be kind and understanding.

Yasuo lifted his gaze from the screen, his tired eyes reflecting the fatigue of his mind. He felt tempted to continue his search, but Ryoma's voice resounded in his conscience, reminding him of the importance of taking care of his well-being.

After a moment of hesitation, Yasuo resigned. He knew he needed a breath, although his mind continued to spin in search of answers. He switched off the computer with a mixture of frustration and relief, leaving the task unfinished for the time being.

"Thank you, Ryoma. I think you're right," Yasuo said in a tired voice, as he got up from his chair and followed his companions to the dinner table. Although uncertainty persisted in his mind, he knew that he had to recharge energies and face the challenge with a fresh and renewed mind later.

As they sat around the table, Yasuo allowed himself to put aside his concerns for a moment and enjoy the company of his companions. The search for answers would continue later, but for now, the consolation of the camaraderie and the promise of a rest were all he needed.