Contorted with rage and emotional pain in an indefinite space in the darkness, helpless in a primal state of nudity, a man struggles with himself. Perhaps he was an emotionally stable person in the past. Maybe he even was a caring, warm human being. Maybe some aspects of his relationship with the world started to ashame and anger him, and maybe he had never developed the ability to express these feelings and they started to silently bottle up until they became unbearable. Maybe by the time he noticed it, he was no longer himself. This was left in the ground zero of a devastated mind.