A toppled-over chair, various scattered grime-covered tools, and blood dripping from my fingertips. Despite the gruesome scene, none of that mattered when compared to the revolting sight in front of me ...the body, though at first glance it could hardly be considered anything remotely similar to a person. Swelling all over the exposed arms and legs, a black hood draped across the head, and injuries covered every inch of exposed skin. It's as if someone wanted to decorate as much of a body as possible with bruises without breaking skin and drawing blood, failing miserably. Fingers bent in various directions, teeth lying across the floor, and his chest, I could hardly see it at first but it was still heaving. He was still alive.