Monster Episode 37 Access

He sat in a cramped, dimly lit apartment, the smell of antiseptic and stale coffee clinging to the peeling wallpaper. Spread across the scarred wooden table were the fragments of a ghost: blurry photographs of a blonde woman, police reports from 1986, and a hand-drawn map of the Czech border.

He wasn’t a doctor anymore. His hands, once capable of the most delicate neurosurgery, were now calloused from the grip of a rifle. He looked at his fingers, tracing the faint tremors he could never quite suppress. He had saved a monster, and the weight of that "mercy" had bent his soul until it snapped. Monster Episode 37

Should we continue this journey toward or focus on a flashback to Tenma's days at the hospital? He sat in a cramped, dimly lit apartment,

"No," Tenma whispered, his reflection in the glass looking like a stranger’s. "He’ll find us." His hands, once capable of the most delicate