Pulling back the veil, Halea reveals the body underneath - a pale, golden-haired corpse of a young woman. Her eyes are closed and her mouth hangs open ever so slightly. Her cheeks are a bit sunken from the gravity of death. A prominent bite mark rests on one of her shoulders, and an open injury over her heart has been sutured shut. From her chest down, she is bandaged like the other Fata Morgana in the room. The medical cart next to her has all variety of tools and materials on it - including two grey false eyes, staring up at the ceiling.

Halea looks down upon her. Her expression is, once again, oddly hollow.

She covers the young woman again with a flick of her wrist.

Halea moves to her right, to pick up something from the neighboring plinth. She begins lifting a long, thin, black object.