As I twisted the brass handle of the large oaken door that stood before me, I pushed
An absurd number of test tubes, more than any one person could count in a day, littered the room across several tables and shelves. The tubes each contained liquids of different colors that stretched across the entire spectrum of the rainbow. Small stools made of steel sat in front of each table. Their pads were heavily worn from countless hours of sitting.
Next to the test tubes were scientific magnifying glasses, bunsen burners, and… I think that's a centrifuge.
Of course, the most important thing in the room is the somewhat short man sitting on a stool at the end of the room. His hair, as black as the night and somewhat oily, glinted with a white sheen from the lights on the ceiling. His clothes, somewhat discolored from several deep washes, were a simple pair of loose fitting pants, leather boots, and a light grey shirt with a thick apron on top.
