Today was supposed to be the day the hand arrived, but it didn't matter anymore as you're shoved into the same jail cell as the prisoner who lost his hand for you, the guard shoving you into a cold corner before yelling something in a foreign language and walking away, the barred door locking with a loud clunk as you sit there, frozen in fear. The box is probably at your doorstep already and your mother's probably back from work, and you're here, in prison with no way out and no one to run to.