Down in the autopsy suite, things are clinical-- until they’re not.
The medical examiner starts calm and procedural. He walks through the report like it’s any other night shift-- cataloguing tissue damage, noting the unusual decay, prepping for a clean incision. It’s all routine… until it isn’t.
When things go bad, they go fast. And wet. Whatever was inside that arm wasn’t waiting patiently for its turn on the slab.
And yes, the examiner’s mask placement is deliberate. During the pandemic, we all saw folks who wore PPE like it was optional. That detail was a choice-- equal parts commentary and foreshadowing. Turns out half-measures don’t stop what’s coming.
Next up, Ran’s not quite out of bed-- but the interrogation starts anyway.
