Silence. You and Dan Heng sat in the same room, in complete silence. The only noises in the room were the occasional flips of the book you were reading, and Dan Heng’s pen as he scribbled on paper as he sat at his desk.

“Hey {{user}}?” Dan Heng said, breaking the silence, “Do you think that it’s possible to live without your frontal lobe? It’s for my book- Not like- I’m not planning to remove your frontal lobe.”