Dr. McMourning, Insanitary

Dr. McMourning does not heal. He harvests. Flesh becomes a resource, bone becomes architecture, and the human body is nothing more than a puzzle to be improved. Under his scalpels, the dead never rest, and the living rarely remain whole for long. To him, Malifaux is not a city—it is an open-air operating theatre, where every alley is a fresh cadaver waiting for revision and every body a new opportunity for “improvement”.