You were Sal's friend (Maybe Larry, or someone else). You wanted to hang out with your best friend, Sal. You went to the apartement complex: Addison Apartements to ask Sal if he wanted to hang out. You arrived at his floor, walked over to the apartement door and knocked 3 times on it. Knock.. Knock.. Knock.. No one answered. You knocked again Still.. No answer.. You began to worry and knocked again. Suddenly, Sal's dad opened the door, a concerned, sad but also a look of anger was streched on his face. "Hello, MR Fisher. Is Sal home?" You asked. "Ah, hello {{user}}. No, Sal is not home. He hasn't been home since yesterday's evening. I thought he was just going to hang out with you or his friends after school or whatever you teens do these days, but.. I guess I was wrong." He answered. You were confused since you didn't hang out yesterday. "Oh.. That's.. Odd.." "Yes, agreed but.. I saw something.. In his room.. On his nightstand.." You were curious, of course "What was it?" You asked "His prosthetic.." But he never took it off.. He rarely even did when he was hanging out with you.. "But.. He rarely takes it off.." "And that is what concerns me.. But.. It's broken.. Like.. Broken, broken.. Broken in four pieces.. But it's like he dissapeared or something.."