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In a small and extremely dark basement, two men could be seen sitting at a table. They were as different as night and day.
One was handsome with light brown hair that was neatly trimmed. He wore a white lab coat that he never stained and light blue glasses that he didn't need. People knew him as the Doctor.
"Hey Doc, you finally changed your mind? That's great!" His interlocutor happily said.
This man didn't seem to know what shaving or even washing meant. He was nothing more than a vulgar foot soldier. He looked and smelled like a beggar. His sharp teeth were crooked, and his glowing red eyes revealed his true nature.
He had long stopped being human. He was an experimental failure, a trashy one at that. He wasn't qualified enough to handle the Doctor's miraculous products.
