C125 Are you okay, Elena?

My eyes fell upon the untouched meal on the tray, and a pang of recognition washed over me. It was a stark reminder of Paul, his confinement, and his struggle to eat. I couldn't help but inquire about the purpose of the meal, my voice laced with concern. "What is it?" I asked the maid.

Her response further emphasized the gravity of the situation. "Ma'am, it's for the guy