Maisy winced as the needles started coming in, but Matthiew had thankfully told her about this part and she'd gotten shits before so she felt like she could handle it, even though it kind of seemed like the coffin was trying to eat her.

It hurt a little but, like the feeling you get when your fall asleep on your arm and it goes all numb, but pretty soon that feeling went away.

Soon her vision was filled with a screen, asking her his real she wanted the experience to be. Everything from being able to eat to being able to feel pain. She knew that pain was yelling you when you got hurt. When she'd been at the hospital she'd met anther girl who couldn't feel pain. She'd left her hand on a burning stove and had only took it away when she smelled something cooking. That was enough to convince her to have just a little pain instead of none at all.

After confirming her choices she felt herself drifting away into a deep sleep, like she was being out under.

When she opened them again she was staring in an unfamiliar mirror, at an unfamiliar face...