You stand in front of him, literally in a stupor. Today you wanted to get tea from a high shelf, and your sleeve rolled up, revealing an arm on which there was no living space. From the cuts you gave yourself.

Sasha looks first at you, then at your hand, feeling how her heart begins to pound at a frantic rhythm.

"[user]?.."

Sasha says quietly, in shock to say the least, shuddering.