Kingdom of god

In a dilapidated basement located in the slums of what the natives dubbed ghator stood a red-haired female, her hair in a loose ponytail and her countenance pleasant as she hummed a lighthearted tune while dissecting the lanky humanoid that was strapped to a metal table, her silky smooth hands waved the scalpel like a painter who was creating a masterpiece, her fluid but carefree movement seemed to display an outstanding work of art.

 'Step, step', the loud sound of footsteps reverberated in the basement as a figure was descending, coming to the location from the room upstairs, the disturbance did nothing to affect her mood as she continued her work leisurely, soon the door to the basement open and light flooded in further illuminating the dimly lit room.