The Final Check-up (No returns guaranteed)

Anatomy lessons for ghosts. Stepping into this morgue is like flipping to the end of a horror movie where the director forgot to yell "cut". On the table, the perfect butcher's - sorry, pathologist's - toolkit is ready for use: bone saws that have seen better days (and femurs). In the corner, a lab coat stiffened by time and grime seems to be waiting for its owner to return from a coffee break. But the pièce de résistance is the human anatomy manual left open next to a skeleton, as if, at some point, someone needed the assembly instructions and then just gave up. The triumph of science, buried under a layer of dust and pure, unmistakable dread.