as the man’s hand twitched, fingers closing around her own with a grip that felt all too alive. Anna screamed in horror, the sound echoing off the sterile walls of the morgue. The scream was involuntary, a raw expression of a terror she had never expected to feel in her years of working with the dead.
She staggered back, her mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened. Her heart was racing, pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird desperate to escape. The room seemed to tilt, reality shifting uneasily as she tried to process the impossible. The man on the table remained still, his hand now relaxed, the ring glinting mockingly under the harsh fluorescent lights.
