“Shhh,” I pleaded, holding my grandmother’s hand as she contorted in pain. “You’re safe with me.”
Hatred filled her eyes as I carved them out, quickly stuffing them into the holes I had made in the mannequin's face.
“I know it's not the body type you wanted.” I grunted, prying open her ribcage to transfer her heart. “But this was all I could scrounge up. The runes won’t be noticeable under your clothes, either.”
As I began to chant, the candles in her hospital room flickered, her chest lurched upward and a wispy vapour emerged, floating toward her new body.