Whispers echoed through the morgue.
The sudden attacker did not notice anything amiss.
"D-Delicious... n-not expensive..."
On the contrary, after another whisper, the attacker began swallowing saliva. Then, his stomach started growling.
The other party turned his gaze toward McRoss, who was tied to the chair.
Hunger!
Like a beast!
The moment she met that gaze, McRoss trembled from head to toe.
For some reason, she felt that the attacker was even more terrifying now than before.
Previously, the attacker had seemed to want to dissect her.
But now?
He wanted to eat her.
Given the choice between being dissected and eaten, McRoss undoubtedly wanted a third option.
She had not finished paying off her loans.
She had not yet enjoyed life.
She did not want to die yet!
"Someone, save me!"
"Someone, save me!"
"As long as someone saves me, I'm willing to..."
The female coroner prayed as she considered what price she could offer.
Then, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have nothing she could offer.
Money?
She had none. On the contrary, she was drowning in debt—completely broke.
Looks?
She was not ugly, but she was only average. Her makeup, in particular, was something ordinary people could hardly accept.
At once, in this moment of crisis, sorrow welled up in the female coroner's heart.
The terrifying thing in life was not falling into danger.
It was realizing, after falling into danger, that you had nothing at all—not even the right to escape it.
Helpless, the female coroner lowered her head.
She had no choice but to put forward her final bargaining chip.
What else could she offer besides those two things?
Her life!
That seemed to be the only answer.
But she had originally wanted to stay alive. If she used her life as a bargaining