In the morgue’s dim hush, where silence clings like cold metal, two figures move—shadows with a heartbeat. She’s in her early 30s, petite, s...

In the morgue’s dim hush, where silence clings like cold metal, two figures move—shadows with a heartbeat. She’s in her early 30s, petite, sharp-eyed. Her violet hair brushes against the collar of a cropped leather jacket, zipped halfway over a dark turtleneck. Slim black trousers and ankle boots make ...