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Walking through the long pathway, Michelle's eyes turned from velvet purple into dangerous blood-red, but that couldn't be seen in the darkness. She was disgusted and enraged. From the moment she entered the darkness, she realized that the person who created the pathway was not only not picky about his study subjects, he was a maniac who had it like a collection.

Every single glass bottle on the shelves had a label, stating what creature it was from and what organ it was. It also had a date on it, probably from when the creature was dissected. And the dates weren't far apart. Putting the creatures together in her mind, the person who was dissecting them dissected at least three creatures a day, and did it for years. Many years.