A multitude of hands,
or rather, a single hand with countless palms and freely growing fingers.
These fingers are performing "massages" amidst a heap of flesh that's been almost completely destroyed, with damage down to the cellular level, flesh that should have died completely.
The rotten flesh touched by the fingers seems to have its life foundation rekindled, gradually regaining vitality and beginning effective division.
Then, like molding clay figures, the rotten flesh is slowly shaped into a human form.
Finally, the human-shaped rotting flesh is wrapped in yellowed cloth and thrown into the hotel's bathtub to soak.
Not more than half an hour later, there's movement inside the wrapping, and a pair of hands tear it open, revealing a rather handsome young man's face, gasping for breath.
Although his flesh has undergone regeneration and recomposition from the most basic level, the young man's eyes still retain the shock and fear from before his death.
