She was willing to disclose the location where the body was dumped, but she requested to meet forensic doctor Stephen.
My soul drifted involuntarily to the dissecting room.
Stephen, wearing a white coat and a strong cold light on his head, solemnly bowed to my body in front of the stainless steel dissecting table.
Then, he pieced my broken body together, bit by bit.
This was the first time I had entered the dissecting room and seen him at work.
Focused, serious, and sacred.
And I, on his dissecting table, about to be dissected.
He carefully placed the completely unrecognizable head on the just assembled body, as gently as he had tucked my broken hair behind my ear years ago.
He checked while the assistant recorded.
"Deceased, female, aged 23 to 28. Based on the degree of decomposition of the body, the estimated time of death is 8-12 days ago."
"There are signs of life at the wound. The deceased was dismembered while still alive..."
The assistant sighed, "It's really pitiful. How much hatred must the deceased have to endure such torture at such a young age."
He said, frowning, seemingly lamenting the fact that such a young person died so tragically.