It took insurmountable willpower to stay with these corpses for the entire day.
Although at this point Sanjae had been well acquainted with corpses, he was still filled with an overwhelming sense of dread and disgust when surrounded by them.
Complete, unfiltered disgust.
It seemed like these corpses were still alive. Not only were the corpses twisted, but they also seemed to be constantly twisting and bending Sanjae's mental state. Every second spent with these corpses was torture.
Still, Sanjae forced his trembling hands to move and lifted the cloth off of another stretcher.
Then the third, then the fourth...
Nearing the end, he felt like he was about to lose his mind. He wanted to shut his eyes but the moment he did so, the image of these corpses would arise in his mind. He wanted to forget but there was nothing he could do to achieve that.