The calender reads august 14th.The aroma of freshly cooked pasta wakes Cyrus, he holds himself together as he sees Michelle sat at the edge of the bed holding the plate of pasta that woke him. “Just as a thank you for looking out for my little boy yesterday”, she says softly while handing him the plate, as he takes the plate she slowly undoes her top button, “and if there’s anything else I can do for you…”. Cyrus replies bluntly, not so much as looking up at her as he automatically responds, “I’d rather shit in my hands and clap”. Michelle laughs before leaving the room so Cyrus can eat in peace. Cyrus takes the pasta and stuffs it into his pockets.

Cyrus makes his way down the stairs towards the front door before Benjamin calls for him. “Oh”, he says, “you leaving Chris? Can you be back for Four? Tim’s coming home. I want you to meet him”. Cyrus nods, then leaves the house. It’s been four days since I've last eaten I don't know if I can keep going, Cyrus thinks to himself as he empties his pockets into the bin. He walks into a restaurant and stands in line behind three faced people. Before long he notices the “we do not serve faceless” sign on the counter and leaves. 

No more than forty-five seconds later Cyrus is holding his stomach leaning over a rusty metal bench. He is in complete agony. He can feel his stomach acid kicking the shit out of him from the inside. But imagine how much more painful it would be if he ate faceless food. 

The ground that he is stuck staring at begins to shake, everything keeps getting progressively darker. He starts to shake, violently, as if some invisible force has grabbed him by the shoulders and is rocking him forwards and backwards. His breathing comes in shallow bursts. He pulls himself up from the bench but collapses back over it. It's done, he can’t ignore it anymore, not even the Cyrus Boar can avoid the effects of starvation, but at least he didn’t eat faceless food, at least he dies on his own terms.

Everything goes pitch black, then as light re-enters his vision he notices that he is in the living room of the unification group's headquarters. “Chris”, Benjamin's voice chimes softly, “why did you starve yourself?”. Cyrus groans, but the hunger is gone,they force fed me the bastards, Cyrus thinks to himself. He looks around cautiously then bolts straight to the bathroom to throw up. Before he reaches the door he gets grabbed from behind. Before he can even register what's happening he’s been dragged back to the living room and tied to one of the chairs. Both Benjamin and the guy who put him there looming over him. “What the fuck is that?”, Cyrus thinks to himself as he sees the man next to Benjamin, the man with no mouth or nose but yet a pair of vibrant blue eyes. “Chris…if that is your real name”, Benjamin says sternly, “we’ve got a lot of talking to do”.