My back. This...this thing came from the sky. It had these smoky tendril things. One touched my back and...
[And then he was suddenly flung into a fistful of memories. The girl didn't need to know that. He rolled over slightly, exposing his mostly missing right arm, but also more of his back. His back was covered with bruises from where he hit the concrete and burns from where the smokey tentacle hit him.]
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[And then he was suddenly flung into a fistful of memories. The girl didn't need to know that. He rolled over slightly, exposing his mostly missing right arm, but also more of his back. His back was covered with bruises from where he hit the concrete and burns from where the smokey tentacle hit him.]