Trapped in a filthy asylum cell where time stands still, Jacob curls against the wall, alone, except for the things he sees and hears that no one else can. Once an art student, now broken and abandoned by his own mother after killing his abusive father, he clings to hallucinations and scraps of comfort. His hands, ruined by brutal "treatments," can no longer create the art he lived for, except in desperate smears of blood and filth on the walls. As he whispers to hallucinations and stares at his crude, ruined masterpiece, he waits for the next beating, knowing it's the only thing that ever comes.