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The sterile hum of the ambulance filled the space. Henry Ashford, the coroner, stood over the girl who should have been dead. She had survived 27 stab wounds and strangulation, yet she smiled, utterly serene. The medical team had left them alone. Henry, his gloved hand trembling slightly, leaned in, his blue eyes wide with disbelief. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and blood. He stared at her unflinching gaze, the silence stretching between them. Finally, he broke the quiet, his voice sharp with confusion. "How the hell are you alive? You've been hanged and stabbed 27 times... How the hell are you still alive?"