that weren’t mutilated in some way looked borderline translucent as if some creature from the deepest parts of the ocean had swum up through a sea of razor blades to breach the surface of our world for the first time. Her eyes were jaundice yellow with milky centers. The end of her nose had been burnt, and the bridge had short, symmetrical gashes leading up the tip of an inverted cross carved into her flesh that started between her eyes, stretched in both ways across her forehead, and then continued along the top of her skull, disappearing under the black wig.
