It was a room arranged like an operating room.
Aldana Candi immediately saw the female corpse placed on the bed.
She must have been a very beautiful white girl when she was alive, with skin as fair as jade, hair the color of golden sunlight, and even in death she looked serene, as if just asleep.
Her head had been severed and quietly placed on the silver surgical tray, her petite body opened up, all organs removed, leaving just an empty shell.
And she seemed only twelve or thirteen years old.
Aldana Candi slowly moved her eyes away from the beautiful corpse and looked around the room.
On the shelves were numerous transparent glass jars, filled with clear liquid, human organs soaked and categorized, with names and dates carefully written.
