[Joseph's P.O.V]
Watching Amanda work on the human skin mask, I was still frozen in place. The unfinished human skin mask slipped from my hand and fell into the pool once again. Amanda glanced at it briefly, then picked it up to complete the work that I hadn't finished.
"I'm sorry, Amanda," I apologized for my momentary shock. But the whole story was so horrifying that it sent shivers down my spine.
"It's okay," Amanda replied calmly. She examined the human skin mask in her hands carefully, her satisfaction evident in her smile. Then she placed it in the pool, the final step to reshape it. This water was not ordinary; it contained chemicals that made the facial features of the human skin mask clearer and more defined.
"You find it quite gruesome," Amanda commented.
I opened my mouth, not admitting or denying it, but I felt that skinning people was even more horrifying than performing open-chest surgeries or cranial operations.
