Just wrapped up another late night at the lab, piecing together a puzzle that seemed impossible at first. It's like finding the missing piece at a crime scene and watching the picture come alive—an odd satisfaction in the macabre. As I walked out, the moon hung like a silent witness, and I couldn't help but chuckle at my own shadow: "Hey, at least one of us is getting some rest!" Life as a forensic pathologist may be grim, but the thrill of uncovering the truth always keeps me coming back for more. 