Three severed heads lay quietly on the desktop, their faces still wearing expressions of puzzlement and the cunning smiles of hunters who had just cornered their prey.
The cuts were exceptionally clean; the cross-sections of flesh and bone were flawlessly smooth, neat and decisive, as if a thin sheet of paper had been neatly sliced through.
The doctor withdrew his gaze. His expression could hardly be called pleasant, though he still managed to maintain a semblance of composure. As for his companions, they were clearly far from calm.
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