あらすじ
“And in that moment, 3:13am on a Monday, standing at the morgue of Hospital Sungai Buloh, 3rd July 2017, all I saw was red. The red velvet silk flowing down his forehead. The burgundy flow of his bruised and battered face. The whites of his bone peeking through red satin where once adorned his favourite ring. I saw it. His face. His body. His finger. I saw him. Inside and out. Unrecognisable. Fucked up. Dead.”
