[ Gray opens the door cautiously despite the invitation, her hooded face peeking in before opening the door the rest of the way. She automatically averts her eyes from the mirror on the wall, instead focusing on Lottie and her odd, studiously casual pose, the woman's smile a contrast to the dire state of the rest of her. Gray might be able to attribute the lack of caring to the effects of the disease, but she's sure she didn't imagine the screaming earlier about how Lottie is and always has been a monster...
Gray looks at her with gentle dismay before entering and closing the restroom door behind her. When she gets a full look at the empty space at the end of one of Lottie's arms, she gasps quietly, one of her hands rising to touch her mouth. ]
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Gray looks at her with gentle dismay before entering and closing the restroom door behind her. When she gets a full look at the empty space at the end of one of Lottie's arms, she gasps quietly, one of her hands rising to touch her mouth. ]
Your hand... what happened to it?