You slowly nod your head. She is just an old lady and you're a good person. This is just the right thing to do. The old lady gives you a smile and it reminds you of your favorite grandmother before she grabs your wrist and rips your hand clean off. You fall on the floor in shock and clutch your wrist bleeding. You almost faint at the sight of your torn skin and your bone showing. You watch as the old lady rips her own hand off and sticks your hand on her new stump. She twists it in place and then flexes the fingers once satisfied. She takes her seat again as you stay on the floor, shocked and crying. She looks down at you and thinks.

"You look like you're in pain, would you like to lend me your sight to distract you?"

• Yes?
• No?