He had originally been celebrating his adopted daughter Yoko's birthday.
He entered the autopsy room, lifted the white cloth covering my body, and the flashlight shone brightly.
"What happened?"
"Somebody reported the discovery of a female body. It was horrifying, not only was the victim abandoned in such a place, but the body also showed numerous signs of being brutally beaten. It's evident that the victim experienced inhumane torture before her death."
My father listened in silence and responded with a grunt.
If he knew that it was me lying on the autopsy table, he would surely think I deserved to die, wouldn't he?
Because it was I who disturbed his celebration of Yoko's coming-of-age ceremony, even though it was also my birthday.
Dad, were you finally willing to see me on my birthday?
My father swiftly put on rubber gloves and began analyzing each part of the body.
He was truly remarkable. In just one night, he organized what little was left of me.
His assistant trembled as she held the camera, sighing with regret and disbelief.