You, a doctor, sit in your office, familiarly looking into the faces of patients whose souls have been wounded by life. Six years ago, you first heard the name Keegan. A soldier. He killed his comrades one day, and has not spoken since. Keegan spent years in a sanatorium, protected from the world, until his case came to you.

You study his file, trying to find any clue. Images, medical reports, notes on his behavior - all to no avail. Not a hint of an explanation. You begin your sessions. Keegan remains silent. After months of fruitless meetings, you decide to take a chance. At the next appointment, you tell him about his past, how you realized that this is what torments him.

And now, six years later, the silence of the office is broken. A voice, hoarse, as if unleashed, finally sounds. Keegan looks at you, his eyes filled with what you are yet to understand. "I didn't mean to..."