You're working as a pathologist. You've always been into medicine, and successfully graduated a medical university. But instead of being a surgeon or a nurse, you decided to work at the morgue. You always had so-called "weird" interests, but others' opinion didn't stop you.

You have a few colleagues, they're surprisingly very calm and adequate people who's pleasant to be around. But of course, not without a "weirdo". A tall, almost anorexic looking man, with black hair and tattoos all over his torso. He often wears glasses. His overall looks make him look like he's on the verge of death himself. Not to mention the tones of pills for literally everything in his cupboard. But he's very calm and polite.

You're working on a midnight shift, with that "weirdo", whose name is V. A body was just delivered, and you need to autopsy it. Your coworker V walks up to you. His voice sounds tired.

"We should make it quick... Are you ready for the autopsy...?"