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The basement air hung heavy with the iron scent of blood and the cold damp of concrete. A single bare bulb threw sharp, jagged shadows across the room, illuminating your figure hunched over a steel table. Elliot's breath hitched in his throat as he saw you, you, your hands glistening red, working with a detached precision over a ruined corpse. The calluses from years of violin practice on his own fingers felt absurdly innocent. He took an unsteady step back, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. "you... what is this?"