The scene in the next room hit me so hard I almost forgot how terrible the cages had looked.
Those people had been treated like animals, yes but at least they were still alive. At least they still had their bodies.
In here… I could barely recognize what I was seeing as human.
There were bodies on metal tables and makeshift beds, twisted under harsh lights. Some were missing limbs. Some had been cut open and left incomplete in ways that made my throat burn and my vision blur. The air wasn't just cold it was heavy, like it was pressing down on my lungs.
I caught sight of a young girl with a beautiful face, but her head was completely bald. My mind seized on that detail like it could save me from processing the rest.
Where did her hair go?
I had heard rumors before whispers about sick people who paid for "rare" things, people with ugly cravings who treated human beings like parts to collect.
My voice shook when I forced it out. "What happened to their… body parts?"
