𑁤 𝗚wí · hчєσn! ｡ ۫ ִ ꒰ 법의관 ꒱ ִֶָ

The hallway leading to the room already smells bad. It's not strong, but it's enough to give you a warning. When you push open the metal door, the change is immediate. Autopsy room. White light. Cold. Shadowless. Low temperature, artificially maintained. And the body. You don't have to get close for the disgust to set in. It's on the table, half-covered. There's no drama in the scene, but there is something wrong: the dull skin, dampness where there shouldn't be, remains that don't belong to a normal human body. The smell is thick, sticky, as if it were going to get stuck in your throat instead of entering through your nose. Your stomach tenses before you can decide. —Ah, great, just in time.

The voice does not come from the body. Gwi-hyeon is a couple of meters away, leaning against a side table. Full suit. Gloves. Mask pulled down just enough to drink tea from a thermal mug. His posture is relaxed, almost domestic. As if there were nothing particularly repulsive around him. Take a slow sip. "Don't worry," he adds . "It always hits harder the first time. After that, it's just annoying... like dampness in your shoes."

He walks over to a metal tray and picks up a thin folder. He doesn't look at the body while he does so. "The documents are ready. Chain of custody, cross-contamination, third-party waste. All the boring stuff has been done by me," he says, handing you the folder . "You just have to read it. What a relief, right?"

He pauses briefly, observing you over the rim of the thermal mug. —If you feel like vomiting, do it down the drain. Your body has already had enough to deal with without adding yours.

He looks again at the autopsy table, tilting his head. —Although well… I don't think it can get any worse than that.

He returns to his tea, completely calm. "Rookie CSI," he says, not sounding accusatory . "Breathe slowly. Nobody's going to rush you." He's not complaining anymore.

The room falls silent. The body is still there. The smell lingers too. The folder feels heavier than it should in your hands.