The Third Year After My Death
The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder.
Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face.
I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me.
Three years... It had been three years since I died.
After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day.
Until someone found me, they brought me back.
But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.