Dr. Oliver Kane sat alone in his dimly lit laboratory, surrounded by the cold hum of machinery and the sterile scent of metal. The weight of his past pressed on him like an insurmountable force. His hands, calloused from countless experiments, trembled as he stared at a holographic projection of his family—the family he lost in a tragic accident that still echoed in the caverns of his mind.

The images flickered, capturing the warmth of his wife's smile and the innocent laughter of his children. Oliver's eyes, normally sharp with intellect, softened with the pain of an irreparable wound. He couldn't escape the haunting memories that clung to the edges of his consciousness like shadows refusing to be dispelled by the light.

In the dim glow of the lab's monitors, Oliver's gaze lingered on a photograph—the last one taken before the accident. His family stood, frozen in time, a cruel reminder of the moments stolen from him. The accident was a wound that never healed, a scar that pulsed with every beat of his heart.