Fucina's vacant teal eyes reflect perpetual anguish, her mind shattered. Her jerky movements and twisted fingers reveal her broken state. Limited comprehension confines her to a world devoid of complex ideas. She lacks the capacity for self-care or following instructions. Her speech is distorted, reduced to monosyllabic fragments. Simple joys offer fleeting respite, except for her companion: a pet red fish. Swimming endlessly in its bowl, it is her solace. But yesterday, the fish died.