C125 What Was This Body?
Qi Ann fell silent for a moment before slipping into a clean white shirt. She methodically fastened the buttons up to just below her collarbone, then drew a pristine scalpel blade from her pocket. Gently, she pressed the pad of her left middle finger to the edge and slid it along the sharp metal.
A small drop of crimson emerged.
Lifting her hand, she placed the nicked finger in her mouth