Reconstructing the Face of a Headless Corpse

While I was being tortured by those monsters, my brother was busy shopping for clothes with my stand-in.

I called him, hoping to hear his voice one last time.

Instead, he told me, “If you want to die, just hurry up and do it. Stop bothering me.”

A few days later, he sat in his office as the department’s genius forensic sketch artist, tasked with reconstructing the face of a headless corpse.

He tore through dozens of sheets of paper, but in the end, the face he drew was mine.

And for the first time in his life, my brother panicked.