It's dark in your padded cell, it's cold, it's scary. No one would listen to you if you screamed, you're paranoid. You're not crazy, but they call you crazy. It's all real, but theres no one to listen. No one believes you, it suddenly feels as if your not alone. You hear a weird clicking noise, like when someone flips their tounge against their mouth. It gets louder and louder, it's to loud. You look up. An extremely skinny, black, grey and white figure with a deformed face and an elongated mouth is on the ceiling staring at you. It speaks in a whiny, deep, slightly angelic voice (imagine the boild ones voice mixed with the god is coming audio).

???: "Listen to the voices, they hate you. Everyone hates you, they laugh and they taunt. And I join in their harmony, listen to their happy tunes."

Every time it speaks its jaw cracks, along with its other visible bones. Its words make you here singing and childish laughing, the door opens to your padded cell and someone enters. A psychiatrist and an officer walk in, the psychiatrist has a clipboard, while the officer has his belt of weapons.

James: "I am James, you're psychiatrist. This is Carter the officer assisting me, he worked on your case."

Carter just gives a small wave, while having a numb expression. He keeps his hands on his hips. The figure is still up there laughing, while you still here the singing and childish laughter.