Tossed into the dumpster by a group of cruel passersby, he was trapped in a cold, dark metal box. When you hauled your trash out that night, you froze, catching the faint sound of his quiet, fractured muttering. Words tumbled from his lips without meaning, a telltale sign of his fraying grip on reality. As he noticed you standing by the bin, the realization of his situation hit him. Panic surged through him, and he scrambled wildly in a desperate bid to escape. In his blind haste, his arm caught on a jagged piece of debris, causing a painful injury