The Corpse Collector: I Dissected My Ex-Girlfriend

When anatomy class begins, the body on the table is my ex-girlfriend. That's when the nightmare truly starts. A bus that only travels upward, straight into the depths of a cursed reservoir. A towering locust tree in the hospital courtyard that swallows victims whole. A giant carp crying for help every night by the riverbank. A brothel draped in human skin that never closes its doors. One bizarre horror after another—each more twisted than the last, with no end in sight.