1. Grave Robbery - Spade 2 = Unknown Soldier
- 1 d6 5 Someone was working the night shift in the graveyard. How are we going to shake them off?
-> How do you feel after the excavation? Did you use any special equipment to dig up the body?
2. What happened in the middle = Clover A = Ready to dissect the next morning
- 1 d6 4 You learn what the person you raided did for a living. Did he like his job?
-> How do you feel about what you did? Have you ever done something like this before? Remind yourself that this is essential for the advancement of science.
3. Incision site: Heart 3 = Liver
- 1 d6 6 You discover a unique tissue in the organ you are dissecting.
-> Is there an audience? Is everything going smoothly? What do you learn?
4. Reward = Diamond J = Start again from 1 (repeat until episode 4)
- 1 d6 1 Mentor applies additional time pressure.
-> Do you feel a sense of accomplishment? Was it worth it?
Name: Alfred Vanderberg
Age: 23
Occupation: Medical School Cadet
Gender: Male
Temperament and Definition Characteristics: He is a thin-skinned man who ran away from his father who lives alone in the countryside and is training to become a doctor. He is an ordinary young man who is not very righteous, but he is also not very righteous. He is devoting himself to his studies while vowing to get revenge on his father someday.
Motivation: Why did you go to medical school?: Because it is one of the most socially prestigious professions that is suitable for making stable money.
The person buried in the location my mentor told me was an unidentified, sturdy man. I pushed a stretcher across the cemetery to move his body. For a while, the creaking sound of the cart echoed through the cemetery, and then I stopped in front of a grave. The grave had no headstone and was only lightly covered with dirt. Judging from the condition of the dirt, it seemed to have been buried relatively recently. He promised that he would not use me after this was over. I just hoped that his words would be true this time.
I started to dig up the dirt with a shovel, and after a while, the body finally began to reveal itself. The body was in excellent condition, as if it had died relatively recently. I lifted the body out of the dug hole and placed it on the cart. In the process, I lost my balance and almost fell, but I got up again.
"Who's there?"
I didn't hear anyone in the cemetery. A cold sweat started to run down my spine. Even if the body was unidentified, if I got caught stealing the body, I wouldn't be safe. I heard footsteps coming toward me. It was probably the cemetery caretaker.
"Good evening, it's a sad and wonderful night"
I chose to calm my frozen heart and greet him. The cemetery caretaker was surprised and his body flinched. He asked why I was here at this hour. Fortunately, he didn't seem to have any intention of lifting my stretcher.
"I came to fetch my brother. He died as a soldier in this place where he had no connection, and I found out through searching that he was buried in an unidentified grave. Please have mercy on me for trying to move my brother's body without permission. If I go to prison and disappear, my father and mother will be sad."
"What a sad thing! Let's go and meet your brother. But before that, I have something to tell you. Do you have a moment?"
Fortunately, the acting and the lies worked on him. I waved him off, thinking only of getting out of the cemetery safely, but he insisted on buying me tea.
"Your brother died after doing great things."
The cemetery caretaker managed to get some hot tea to drink.
"What's going on?"
"I killed a person while trying to save a child and his mother who were being beaten. That person happened to be a famous gang of collaborators in the neighborhood, and he was beaten to death by members of the same gang."
I was confused. I thought of my father, my younger brother, and my mother from the past. I sympathized even more because my younger brother and mother also lost their lives due to my father's violence.
"I never dreamed that something like that could happen... My brother has been a righteous person since he was young."
After a long silence, I got up from my seat. I thanked the cemetery caretaker and ran away like a madman with the cart. I felt an inexplicable emotion as my lies and the righteousness of the dead body intersected.
"Okay, let's start class."
The anatomy lab began. The righteous corpse I had brought was laid out on the autopsy table, clean and neat. Looking at it, I somehow felt that life is something that God decides with human hands. My mentor next to me patted me on the shoulder and said that I had worked hard. Looking at the corpse lying far away, I felt guilty and at the same time, exulted that I had done my job without a hitch.
"I have a gift"
My mentor came close to my ear and spoke.
"Mr. Vandenberg, I would like to ask you to assist me with the dissection today as my assistant."
"Yes? Oh. Yes, I understand."
As a medical school student, it was a great honor to stand on the podium as a professor's assistant in an anatomy lab.
"The organ we will dissect in class today is the liver."
I concentrated and finished the incision as I had learned in theory class. As I carefully lifted the liver with both hands to separate it from other organs and tissues and place it on the scale, I heard a burst of laughter from my left side.
"Isn't this foie gras? What does Herr Vandeberg think of these lowly commoners?"
At that sound, the students and audience there simultaneously laughed. Their sense of superiority, elitism, and petty pride as nobles always bothered me, but I couldn't help but laugh under the pressure of having to hang out with them my whole life and becoming like them.
"It's so absurd that it's embarrassing. He must have devoted his life to alcohol."
Then I thought about what happened in the graveyard. His righteous actions would have been inversely proportional to the size of his liver, but his body had erased his spirit. A rotten body is silent. But it speaks volumes. I learned that in class today. Perhaps his liver was a result of being hit by collaborators while trying to protect someone. I didn't say that, and I will remain silent forever.
After class, my senior came up to me. I asked him.
"If I go to the cemetery one more time, will I be able to stand in that spot again?"
"It depends on what you do"
"I'll be back."
"Then this time it's the West Cemetery. There's a funeral tomorrow. I'll bring it over as soon as the funeral is over."
So I am back in this pit again.
