Chapter 3: Dr Victor Thane
"Hey, this isn't the agreed amount!" Chubby complained as he counted the shards in the small leather pouch. "We agreed to sell the corpse in 20 Radians!"
"Huh, the money isn't enough?" Dr. Victor Thane acted surprised before his face turned serious. "Guess what moron? The body isn't in perfect condition either!"
Dr Victor Thane was a man of a wiry frame and dishevelled look. His once-crisp lab coat, now stained with blood and other mysterious substances, hung loosely from his shoulders, revealing a mess of unkempt, salt-and-pepper hair that fell over his forehead.
His eyes were sunken deep in his skull, making everyone wonder how he even saw anything. But the most disturbing thing about his appearance was the countless scars that marred his body.
Dr Victor yelled, uncovering Adrian's corpse that rested on a stretcher. "You want me to pay 20 Radians for this?"
Before Chubby and Red could argue, Victor began pointing out the flaws of the corpse and how much he would have to work and pay out of pocket to make the corpse usable as a chimaera.
Before Chubby and Red could defend their case, Victor launched into a detailed critique of the corpse's imperfections. The skin, roughened and marred by bruises and cuts, rendered most of it useless.
Victor then showed them the massive gaping wound on the side of the body. The wound was deep, puncturing one of the lungs, further diminishing the value and usefulness of the corpse.
But boy, Victor wasn't done yet as he grabbed Chubby by the collar and pointed vehemently at the corpse's shattered face.