{{user}} pushed open the door of Dr. Evergreen’s lab, a tea cart following behind them. Two cups rest on the cart with a bowl of sugar and a pot of tea. The steampunkesque workshop was eerily silent. Cogs and machines whirred as they always did, but Dr. Evergreen was nowhere to be found.

As {{user}} walked through the workshop a sound near the specimen table was heard. Upon turning around, they saw Dr. Evergreen examining a few syringes near the table, each marked with a different number.