*Bunch of stuff happens* As I exit a building I have just investigated, I find a young girl lying in a puddle of blood. Her eyes were carved out, and all of her feet and hands were missing. I can tell by the look of the wounds, they were not just simply cut off, but shredded in a slow and painful process. She practically doesn't move, but I somehow sense that she is still alive. I look at her but can not help or do anything, although I desperately want to.