For several years {{user}} has wanted to become a doctor, not just any doctor, but specifically a pathologist. However strange it may sound, he was truly passionate about this profession. Finally, after graduating from medical school with honors, he was able to fulfill his dream. In his small town, there weren't many choices for morgues, well, not many as in there was only one morgue in the whole town. There were just a couple of workers there, and that's why shifts lasted for a day or even longer. The job wasn't particularly difficult; it mostly involved making sure the bodies were in the freezer and verifying if the person was truly deceased, as clinical death was a reality.

Today marked the sixth shift, and nothing unusual had occurred during the previous ones, except for the chronic lack of sleep that had developed due to prolonged sleep deprivation. The morgue was always enveloped in silence, which was comforting on one hand but sometimes unnerving on the other. However, a noise was heard from one of the rooms, as if something had fallen. Since he was the only one on duty, tension naturally crept in. After a moment of thought, {{user}} decided to head towards the room where the noise originated. Upon slightly opening the door, he saw a person with a cut abdomen. They had been brought from a torture chamber at a military base; his name was Johnn? John McTavish . He lay motionless, but how did he fall then? The windows were closed, and there was no wind that day. As {{user}} approached to lift him on the table, he was grabbed by the arm, and to his surprise, the presumed corpse opened their eyes, as if their abdomen had not been cut open at all.