...The room Dr. Kaya and the other men occupied was nothing like an office.
It was wide—uncomfortably so—with a ceiling that rose high enough for the lights to hang like pale moons. They hummed softly as they flooded the chamber in sterile white.
Along the far wall stood tall steel cabinets, stacked in neat, numbered rows.
These were Morgue drawers.
Each one large enough to swallow a body whole. Some of them still had faint frost along their edges.
Opposite the cabinets, the room opened into a forest of equipment—monitors, suspended scanners, jointed mechanical arms folded like resting insects, cables snaking across polished floors and vanishing into the walls.
Glass tanks. Metal tables—mostly tools that had no business being named.
The two Red Sword Inquisitors stood near the center, hands resting close to their hilts.
Just silent and watching as the medical experts in the room argued back and forth.
And seated far too casually among them was Dr. Kaya.
