There's a cold body that blankly stares at the bare ceiling that is only decorated with lights to see. I pull out my scalpel, and start my work. My hair is neatly tied back to not get stained in his blood, and I wear a spotless white lab coat. I smile as I cut a neat line down his body and start to remove his internals. I don't smile because I'm enjoying cutting in a person's body. I smile, because I'm cutting into a murder victim's body. Preparing it to be sent to his relatives. I'm happy, because he isn't an innocent...