Alice stepped forward and looked around as the light level grew. The space was silent and still. A row of tables covered with dismembered plastic mannequins glowed under spotlights, the rest of the room hidden in darkness. She smelled the faintest hint of something organic, maybe blood or raw meat. The atmosphere reminded her of a homicide crime scene awaiting a professional cleanup, the echo of violence and brutality impossible to remove. Details emerged through the dim lightning. She approached the closest table.