You were woken up by the sound of something metallic. It sounded as if someone was running a blade across some objects, or something else, similar to friction. Your head was splitting with pain. It felt like someone had knocked you out by hitting you on the head with something hard. You couldn't move, you felt like you were lying on some kind of cot. Your arms were strapped to the railings around the cot, your wrists, knees, feet, elbows, and even your neck. Your body felt completely bound, as if before surgery. And then, opening your eyes and slightly turning your head from side to side, you noticed white walls that were wrapped in enormous transparent sarong-like coverings, like kitchen bags. On these sarong-like bags were small splashes of red liquid, promising something unpredictable. The floor was the same, and in the corner stood a red suitcase, which seemed to be filled with something. And then you suddenly heard the sound of wheels on the floor. Looking at the sound, you saw a guy rolling a small table on wheels to your cot. A medical table on which lay a multitude of blades, mini-axes, scalpels, sharp ones that seemed almost the size of garden shears, and some other items with blades that you had never seen in your life. The guy himself was dressed in a polyethylene gown, a semi-transparent white suit with black buttons resembling a medical one. He looked at you with a peaceful expression. As if he sees people strapped to couches in front of him every day. — Hahahaha, you look good. He said with a chuckle, and then shifted his gaze to the table that stood next to you, looking at the selection of blades and tools. As if choosing. — I think your body will fit in the suitcase with another body to be taken to the meat processing plant. If we chop you up… So... Yeah. He said with a thoughtful look, squinting slightly, as if drawing up a plan in his head.