A woman with straight, white eyes and a thick, twisted form clings tightly to her neck, her hair twisted and tattered. She gazes erratically at the camera with her intense gaze. Behind her, a jar of old, discarded cardboard boxes stands tall. She stands in a dimly lit room, looking at the camera with a ferocity. The room is filled with the sound of silence, and the only sound is the hum of classical music. The scene fades to black, as the woman's snarl and her face fills the room with a sense of despair.