Dimly lit basement.
Only the light near the test bench was exceptionally intense.
Professor Montreya wore a gray-white robe and silk gloves, meticulously dissecting a finger on the table. The finger was unusually large, almost as tall as an adult, with skin as delicate as a baby's. The sharp nails had been pulled out completely and lay on a nearby shelf, but not a drop of blood flowed from the nail bed; instead, a crescent-shaped milky white slowly wriggled, as if a new nail would grow in the next second.
A silver knife followed the texture of the fingertip, slicing open the top layer of skin to reveal a layer of tough armor beneath. Beige fibers crisscrossed the armor like a large net. As the professor pressed the top of the fingertip, the force applied dispersed throughout every corner of the armor due to the web of fibers.
"Record this."
