The door behind the chains was unlocked, and behind it was a ghostly green light.
There was an altar there, and many people were busily gathered in front of it. Their faces were indistinct, but one figure was particularly conspicuous. Even though he wore something resembling a doctor's uniform and half his face was covered by a white cloth, Ave instantly recognized the silhouette of the man.
It was her father, holding a sharp tool in his hand, a simple stroke would be enough to carve an incision in the body.
Her father heard the movement at the door, glanced in that direction, and then continued with his work.
He was using the sharp blade to cut open a human abdomen.
Viola lay silently on the altar, motionless like a lamb being sacrificed, as objects, one after another, which Ave didn't want to identify, were removed from her abdomen.
