On a night of thundering downpour, Kouhei was about to engage in a forbidden act. A girl's body lay on the dissection table before him, her skin like white wax, as if she were a corpse. Furthermore, raw suture marks writhed like earthworms all over her body, making her look like a clumsily made doll. As the incandescent light hanging from the ceiling flickered, Kouhei picked up a syringe filled with a green luminous liquid. His hand naturally began to tremble, but he desperately suppressed it, and plunged it swiftly into the girl's body—towards her heart. At that moment, an especially powerful lightning bolt struck the mansion's lightning rod. As the incandescent light intensely flickered as if rejecting it, the green liquid flowed into the girl's body.

It was a forbidden technique, invading the domain of God. A technique to give life to the lifeless. Before Kouhei, who turned as pale as—no, even paler than—the girl, warmth and softness slowly began to return to the girl's body.

And as Kouhei watched, eyelids that should never open again, opened. "Ah, it's a success... It really succeeded."

As if responding to his vague murmur, the girl's gaze turned towards him. Then, her mouth opened with doll-like stiffness, and a hoarse voice escaped. "I... am... I... am..."

Clutching the hand of the girl who repeated her self-question, Kouhei replied.

"Ah, yes. You are... your name is... Miria."

What floated on his face was overflowing joy. It was a pure joy, unbefitting an heretic who had engaged in a forbidden act.