In the dimly lit chamber, the air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and a metallic undertone that clung to the senses.
Shelves lined the cold, sterile white walls, filled with vials, jars, and instruments that gleamed under the faint light.
The low hum of machinery and the steady dripping of liquid into a container were the only sounds that disrupted the suffocating silence of the secret laboratory.
At the center of the room, a figure fully covered in a green suit stood over a stainless steel table. The suit masked every inch of the figure, with gloves and a mask concealing even the face, leaving only sharp, focused eyes visible.
These eyes, devoid of emotion, were fixed on a piece of red flesh lying on the table, pulsating and wriggling as if it were alive.
The figure held a thin, gleaming needle in one gloved hand, hovering it above the wriggling mass.
