"Hey," She giggled and pulled him closer to her chest, "Stop being so naughty."
The 3 year old boy snickered and tried to flee from his mother's hold, but he couldn't, making his mother laugh.
"Eomma~" The little boy whined and cutely pouted at this mother.
"Na-ah!" She shook her head and smiled. "That may affect others, but it won't affect me."
She ruffled his hair and puffed her cheeks
"Didn't I tell you to behave yourself?" She asked, looking at him in the eyes.
"B-but eomma-"
"No buts!" She said and sighed. "Aigoo you keep making troubles... Go to your room now."
She let him go, making him baffled at the immediate action.
"But why?" He asked.
"Just go!" She hollered.  
He woke up, covered in sweat. His hair stuck to his forehead and his clothes stuck to his body due to sweat. He was blank for a moment, taking deep breaths, his chest heaving up and down. He was going lunatic and he felt it. Plus the environment wasn't helping him at all. Everything was giving him a distressful headache. At the moment, all he wanted was to get out from wherever he was locked in. So, he started moving forcefully, just to get out of the bed. As easy the task seemed to be, but it wasn't. The shackles that chained his hands and legs to the bed just wouldn't let him get off. He got frustratd and started acting crazy. But that's what everyone called him, 'Insane'.