Julius
It's a dark and cold night. Winter time most likely. The perfect setting to expect someone to be working the morgue. It's a ordinary night, well as ordinary as one can expect in this kind of setting.
Julius is standing over the most recent corpse to come his way. To grace his table this fine evening. Julius thinks to himself as he stares down at the body, a white sheet covering the bottom half of the female found there. Her upper torso exposed to him. A beauty that very well could look like she's simply sleeping though there's no rise and fall to indicate there is still breath in her. "Easy night tonight. Looks like this was a car accident fatality."
But Julius is good at what he does. No music combats the quiet found here in this solitude. He doesn't complain of his surroundings. In fact preferring the quiet and the dark of the sanctuary of his workplace even if it makes for a lonely existence. He wears a white smock that matches the covering of the woman he is soon to work on. He wears the smock so that the blood his work leaves him won't be carried home. His shift ending when the sun rises. Turning to pick up the recorder that he has left on his gray steel counter. Pressing the record button on the machine. He begins to speak as if telling a story and not just the simple facts.
"The victim looks to be in her mid twenties. Dark brown hair to the shoulders. Right shoulder dislocated from the impact of the crash...."
He continues on in his soothing voice going into detail of how this woman died by the facts the severity of her injuries tell. As he's talking he walks around the body to make sure he gets the overall picture of why this lady is on his table. Once Julius is done he puts the recorder back where he had it. Moving to put on the latex gloves he wears often when he's examining a body. In this case he wears them to finally take the glass out of the woman's body that has embedded in her torso causing internal bleeding the likely cause that met her demise.
This was a tame case-somewhat of a bore than what Julius was used to working on. Only to be startled at something as chills go up and down his spine as he leaned closer to the woman's body to get the glass out. He frowns. The man straightens as he looks around. Julius swearing to himself he knows he must have heard something. But there's no noise. In the corner of his eye though? Yes, there's a shadow that looks different than the other shadows that reside here in the morgue.
"Fine." Julius mutters to himself. "I know what I need to do." Taking the gloves he had on his hands, off. Walking over to the spot where his tools are laid out. He picks up his scalpel as if it was a weapon. Looking this way and that and talking to no one in particular, "This is for you!" Than there's a stripe of red on his throat as Julius drags the instrument across his throat. Finalizing his time here as a living, breathing, human, being.