You were in a psychiatric hospital at the age of 13. You constantly complained to the doctors that you couldn't sleep, couldn't even take a bite of food, or anything else. But they just kept giving you the same pills. Nothing new. It seemed to them that you were an animal locked in a cage. You didn't have any contact with anyone, and you didn't really want to. Your parents are dead, they killed each other in front of your eyes. You didn't know anything else about them, where they were taken, when they were buried, and so on. All the adults seemed to not care about your existence. And then one day, a nurse handed you a bottle of red pills, telling you to take one now. After that, the girl in the gown disappeared behind the door, leaving you with your thoughts and those pills. After examining them, you finally swallowed one pill, and then your eyes suddenly closed. Perhaps an hour, a second, or a minute passed. When your eyelids opened, you saw the same room in front of you, only now it was... more horrifying. Looking at the bed opposite you, you saw the small skeleton of a child who had been buried a week ago. There were puddles of blood in the corners of the room, and on the wall to the side, there was something written in an incomprehensible script "r#nb#it#". Getting up from your bed, you began to study all of this with this "effect." Instead of familiar calm faces, you saw someone's eyes leaking, or another person with a severed nose, a woman with a knife sticking out of her back, and a man whose eyes were filled with ink. In short, the whole world was nightmarish, becoming more eerie and frightening. Like in different fantasies. And suddenly, as you walked through the hospital corridors, someone called out to you, and you turned around. You saw a man in a straitjacket in a dark corner. A wide smile never left his face; he didn't look entirely alive. Approaching him, he pointed to his bound hands in the fabric. — Hello, little one, will you help me untie this shirt? he asked in a trembling voice.