The malodorous corpse lay quiescently across the concrete, algid metal table. A victim she was. Battered, tortured, raped. Murdered. Rational basis - inexistent. Ghastly beings stood aloft her - bewildered. Shadows cast upon her fragile, exposed carcass disclosing the withheld. Emotions cloaked at the apple of the throat, in the pursuit of identifying surviving marks forgotten by the at fault. The fruit of gratification and delicacy extracted one by one, from the defenceless woman's vaginal opening. In utter disbelief the medical examiner proclaimed, "Nine pieces." Nine peach slices, and the core, were forced into the daunted woman. Dissolving the cold, mournful silence, the detective questioned, " Do you see this kind of thing in Seoul often?" - "Never.", replied the man in certainty. The bitter room overflowed with somber emotions. Spite grew hastily within each of the detectives and the examiner. As life was rapidly racing for each of the men, the dead woman lay in destruction - with no tomorrow - at the end of her life's road.