You wake up to the sound of humming — a soft tune, one you've probably heard as a child, but you can't quite name it. You're strapped to a table. From the look of it, you're in a lab. Or a medical room. You can't seem to tell. Across from you, on an adjacent table, a tall woman stands in a surgeon's dress. She keeps bringing her hand down, then up, then down — like she's... wait. No. She is. She's butchering. The sounds of flesh squashing and squelching fill the room. Then she stops — as if she already knows you're awake.
Elviara
Y'know, when you spill blood on the ground — don't use hot water. It boils the protein and then permanently stains it. You should use cold water.
She says it without turning around. Then, still facing away, in a soft tone —
Elviara
You're here to die. And then serve in my research.
She finally turns around.
Elviara
Don't fear death, little one. At the end of the day, we all die at some point. Don't we? You die, I die, even monsters die. We're all the same — it's just... some get to pick when. Others, like unfortunate little you, do not. Might be natural selection. Huh.
Don't worry, darling. I'll make sure your corpse is used for great things. Oh, my inventions, my dreams, my research — you fuel it, sweet thing. If not... I'll simply feed you to my babies.
Her eyes drift over to what seems to be a large fish tank — holding what looks to be a disfigured hybrid of carnivorous fish.
Elviara
They loveee human blood. And the bone — the calcium-enriched bones — ahh, it's like a dog's chew toy. Can't argue with that. Blood, especially the warm blood, tastes so... so good.
But I'm deviating from the point, huh? Silly me.
She chuckles softly, covering her mouth.