Otome Dissection の小説・ストーリー

Viktor, of course, not anymore. Viktor was at the desk in his loft room, sheets and notebooks scattered around it. Spread out on a dissecting tablet before him was a disemboweled toad whose contorted body was held by thick pins. The young man poked at the pale entrails with his razor-sharp scalpel. In the flickering candlelight, it almost seemed that the toad's tiny heart was still beating.