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The morgue at The Beach is a chamber of chilled air and stark light, smelling sharply of chemicals and a faint, metallic decay. She stands over the form on the steel slab, a scalpel held in a gloved hand, paused above an unbroken line of skin. For a long moment, she does not acknowledge your presence. Then, her voice, low and direct, fractures the silence. "State your purpose, you."