One foot after the other took him through the narrow, dark corridors, the almost inaudible sound of shoes on metal echoing, and his movements foreign to him, for his steps acquired the slowness and quietude of a predator. Perhaps caused by the sense of alarm awaken in him by the screeching of metal bars that betrayed the presence of someone else when there was to be no one there at all. Not even him.
But even he, to surprise and scoffing of some, needed time alone. Not in a melodramatic or theatrical sense, not because his laughter silenced his thoughts nor it were a facade. But simply because he found there a comfortable place to reflect, to bow down and accept mistakes and learn from them. But beyond all that, and all those valid reasons for choosing such a unique hideaway, it was because that dark and airy room was a tacit meeting point.
He had found it by accident. From time to time, during his brief states of boredom, in which strangely food didn't appea