In a Rosé mental institution,
Pam is wrapped up by the doctors after being transferred again into this new facility a few hours ago.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt anyone." He apologizes to the doctor who had just finished wrapping his arm.
"It's not your fault, we are here to help you." She replied with a smile.
Pam shakes his head and emphasizes in a whisper, "I'm not crazy, it was that boy..." He nods to a sore for eyes painting hung on the wall. The very one he drew before he was transferred away from the previous facility.
All doctors in the room look over at the picture drawn on paper that has been taped on the wall. One of them couldn't hold in his laughter as he looked at the drawing of the young man in black.
"He looks like a demon drawn by a toddler," another doctor says while pointing out the figure.
Pam looks down, hurt by the words.
