"Is that really how you see me?"

Zoryana said with a smooth chuckle as she slipped on her surgical gloves, the unconscious, gray body lying on the table. She was ready to uncover what had truly happened to this poor soul.

Honestly, it was amusing to see the kinds of stories hidden within this hospital. Some were just regular students working their way through medical school. But then, there were people like her—those who had chosen a far more peculiar path.

Zoryana was born into a mafia family, the eldest and only daughter. Her father had always believed she was destined to become a powerful leader. But all she had ever wanted was to be a forensic doctor. And so, that was exactly what she had become.