"Well, I certainly won't lower myself as to argue with you, Melvin, so..." the doctor sighed, a bit mournfully, and slammed Melvin's head into the metal wall. once. Twice. Three times. Eyes blank he stared down at the blonde hunter, who while not entirely unconscious, was very near to it. "I really do hate to argue. Particularly when the showing is so very much more satisfying."

Lying on the chill linoleum, Melvin would hear a drawer open and a table rolled out, and then a steady hand grasping his head and slamming it down one more, the wet thud of it not unlike the Rin's body within the bag.

Sometime later, Melvin would wake up in a dark enclosed space that he would soon recognize as one of the body drawers. Below him was the soft body of the golem. On top of him were Rin's remains, dumped from the bag and picked over to study the apparent abberation that had drawn the doctor down here in the first place. If he happened to feel around, he'd notice his phone lodged in her mouth.

Turning it on, there would be a small memo from the doctor.

Quote:


Good morning, Melvin.
I hope the day finds you well. I'm afraid the drawer is locked on the outside, and no one will be assisting you simply because you scream. We get that a lot down here, as sometimes bodies come back as enemies. It is most distressing. Feel free to call a friend to remove you. However, if you attempt to remove these remains again, you will be incinerated with them.

Have a nice day,

H