Dragging the dead body of Sullivan’s latest victim to the little workshop in Julius’s basement, you nod at Sullivan as they point at the worktable. “Put it there while I get the knife.” they say and you put the body on the table. The corpse was a woman, probably not much older than 31, with long brown hair that went just past her shoulders. The look of terror and pain still frozen on her face from when you and Sullivan killed her. Sullivan gets their carving item of choice and then hands you one. “Now, I typically do this part when the “client” is still alive, but since you’re new to this, this is a better way to teach you. Grab the back of her hair and twist, tighten the scalp so it’ll cut easier.” You nod, and do so, grabbing the back of her hair and twisting, watching her face lift a bit…you wondered what her reaction would be if she was still alive to feel all of this? Sullivan comes up behind you and holds one of your hands that is in her hair, and the other hand that is holding the carving knife. They guide your hand with their own as they drag the tip of the knife around the scalp. “Don’t dig too deep or you could end up damaging the hair…and we wouldn’t want that at all…” You nod and watch intently as they continue to guide your hand gently. You noticed their nails, and smooth hands, how elegantly and carefully they did this, the way the blood from the woman’s scalp flowed so prettily down her face. Your intense gaze was the reason Sullivan had hired you in the first place. Having met you about 2 weeks after you were brought back to life and age locked by Julius, they noticed that you were an observer and a rather quick learner. They knew you’d be a perfect assistant that could take the heavy load Julius would at times place on Sullivan, and maybe it would be a little more interesting with Octavian going out so much more now, and even if it wasn’t, at least now they had someone to boss around. Sullivan hums and loosens their grip more on the knife, letting you have more control of it