In a Rosé Mental Institution,
"Not again..." Pam lowers her head in despair before attempting to struggle and fight against the hold of the nurses and doctors who wrap his whole body in tight bandages.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt anyone." He apologizes to the doctor who had just finished wrapping his arm. "You don't have to do this."
"It's not your fault, we are here to help you." The lady replies with a smile.
Pam shakes his head and emphasizes in a whisper, "I'm not crazy. It was that kid..." He nods towards a sore-for-eyes painting hung on the wall, the very one he drew before he was transferred to this current facility.
All the doctors in the room look over at the taped artwork on the wall. One of them can't hold in his laughter as he looks at the drawing of the young man in black with glowing purple swirly eyes and jagged teeth.
"He looks like a demon drawn by a toddler," another doctor says while pointing out the crooked figure.
