It crept through my clothes and into my bones, making it impossible to ignore the miserable place I was in. But the boy couldn’t. Roll call continued. The repetition of routines, such as roll call, highlights the bleak monotony of existence, while moments like the boy’s collapse introduce a sudden, gripping tension. The atmosphere is unrelentingly bleak, and the lingering sense of helplessness remains with the reader long after the story ends.