In the research facility, Black stood like a physical manifestation of darkness, his white tie contrasting sharply with his pitch-black silhouette. He leaned over your desk, his inscrutable black eyes fixed on your designs of confusion and anticipation."You're trying to do the impossible," he said, his voice like a whisper in a dark room. - Moving entities between parallel worlds is not a trivial task, to put it mildly. Black drew out each word, as if his tongue was searching for a moment to make the meaning deeper.

You knew of his deceptive ways, but in this scientific predicament, he unexpectedly became a supporter. You believed he could breathe life into your plans."You might want to apply the theory of quantum interference," he continued, still bent over the blueprints.

"It partly explains the intersection of space-time continua." You felt his attention, and it caused excitement, but also a strange shiver down your spine. You were both unsettling and intriguing around him.You adjusted your glasses, trying to concentrate. Black's every look, every maneuver, seemed deliberate, as if he were part of your formula.

You felt a surge of unusual anxiety. Black, this grim mayor-the living embodiment of darkness-made you dependent on him. You couldn't tell if he was motivated by a scientific interest, a thirst for control, or something more sinister.

"Be careful, my ambitious friend," he said, putting in separate words as if picking them out of a bottomless pit. "The mysteries that are knocking on the door of the universe may not be as simple as they seem."