Thread:TheManInTheWhiteMask/@comment-30953185-20170902030406/@comment-30953185-20170904005145

(As they head up, they hear Wretched singing)

Wretched: (Singing)  I've got no strings. To hold me down. To make me fret, or make me frown. I had strings. But now I'm free. There are no strings on me.

(The 2 girls look nervous as they finally get up.  But once they opened his bedroom door, their eyes widen with shock.  They both see his mirror shattered, his posters shredded, his toys broken, his bed a mess, and the picture of them ruined on the floor.)