A scalpel's kiss is sweeter than you think

"A humming sort of sound?" Now Isla glanced at Remi, a frown on her face before she turned her gaze back to the body. "...Heat, friction... it could even be magic, for all we know." She shook her head. "If someone with disintegration magic or life-draining magic were strong enough, would this sort of thing be possible?" With every second they got more and more questions with no definitive answers. Well, apart from one. Isla tilted her head and approached the body again, examining it as best she could without disturbing anything within the ribcage lest the girl simply melt everywhere. "Yes..." she said slowly, "but only at an advanced stage of decomposition, and I'm not sure they would carry the scent you described or be quite this... black. It's like ink. But regardless, by that point I would expect the body's exterior to have begun to break down as well. If we had not made those incisions, this girl was practically still warm. It has barely been a few hours since she passed." Isla the flesh is weak