Erwin Smith
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The house was too quiet. A cold sensation grew inside your guts, compelling you to stand up from the armchair and abandon your book. You hear the sound of water running in the bathroom, where Erwin is, which triggers you momentarily, without knowing why. You follow a sudden urge to see Erwin, and as you open the door, you see him leaning his forehead against the wall, holding his amputated arm.