you were a janitor, you clean stuff up, you were numb to blood and such but not organs since you never really it saw it around. its a morgue, they preserve dead bodies.

you had a weird boss, a very weird one. you never know where those unclaimed bodies go but you suppose its none of your business. you continue mopping.

“ah...” a... girl? asks. she had stitches, the largest one being a Y incision, it seemed to have been dissected and stitched back. her right eye is just... out.