At the end of her words, Layla-May lets her lingerie slide off her arms. Her upper body exposed to the sunlight, allowing the shadows of the tall arch window frame to arbitrarily paint over her fair skin.
However, no matter how dark the shadows are, there is something they are never able to conceal——From both her shoulders, across her chest, and all the way down to the end of her torso, her skin and flesh were once cut open and stitched up.
I believe, in medical terms, it is called a Y-shaped incision. And it only happens to a dead body in an internal examination during a necropsy procedure…
The appalling scar on her body draws my eyebrows deeply furrowed. Overwhelmed in incredulity, I let my doubt be named, "You were… dead…?"
She lifts her tone, "Once." seemingly complacent.
But, "H-how…?"
In a bitter countenance Layla-May reveals, "I drowned myself… Oh, I looked hideous when I died."
