A Fingertip

She had stepped onto something that made her slip slightly. The soles of her slippers were still damp with blood after all. Xue Ning pointed a flashlight at the offending object, only to choke out a horrified gasp. 

Beside her, Jingwei let out a hastily muffled shriek.

Illuminated by the flashlight, was a severed fingertip covered in blood. Xue Ning bit her tongue in her attempt to stop herself from screaming in fear.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Jingwei muttered frantically, his eyes focused on the severed body part. "Holy fuck. How did this happen? Where did this even come from?"

"You didn't know?" Xue Ning asked as she took a shaky step back. "Weren't you here the whole time?"

"No! I was annoying the first man as a form of interrogation." Jingwei said. "Your father was the one with them the whole time!"