Sherilyn Before The Dinner

Beneath the mansion Patrick Cromwell had acquired exclusively for Ivan, silence lingered, broken only by the rhythmic sound of flesh being cut.

Gin and Gorn stood motionless, their faces twisted in shock but also with morbid fascination at the scene unfolding before them.

Before them, a young man with white hair worked with a meticulous precision that defied his apparent age. His face was obscured by a surgical mask, and though his youthful appearance suggested inexperience, the intensity in his eyes and the confidence in his movements told a different story.

Wearing sterile surgical gloves, his hands moved deftly, wielding a scalpel with the expertise of a seasoned professional. For over an hour, he had been engrossed in his work.