Some Chains Are Rattling, Breaking The Silence Of His Room, Cold Air Blows Across. He's Looking At A Cross Necklace, He Crawls To It And Puts It On, He Then Crawls Back And Lays On The Ground, Back First, Looking At His Right Hand, Turning It Into A Pitch Black Claw With A White Outline, Then Back To Normal, Grabbing A Key With His Mouth, Releasing Himself From The Chains, Spitting The Key Out And Then Going Onto His Bed, Fixing Up His Chest Cover And Chest Bandages.