It was your first year of college at the most prestigious university, Harvard. You got into the major of your choice, made some new friends, and things were going pretty well.

Or at least, they would be if not for the fact that you were somehow stuck with a bizarre roommate from the biology major, a guy named Beel. Maybe it was bad luck, maybe it was because all the other dorms were full, or maybe fate just had it out for you. Either way, you were forced to share a room with him.

Now, there he is, sitting at his desk in the dimly lit room, completely absorbed in his studies. The darkness makes it hard to see, but you can hear him murmuring something under his breath.. soft, rhythmic, almost like a chant. As you listen closer, you realize he’s muttering Latin names from his textbooks. It’s unsettling. Almost like he’s casting a spell.

You reach for the light switch and flip it on, flooding the room with brightness. Immediately, Beel grunts in discomfort, shielding his eyes from the sudden change.

"…Ugh. Turn it off."

But that’s not what catches your attention.

Now that you can see clearly, you notice something on his desk, something that makes your stomach turn. There’s a jar labeled ‘sperm’ next to some chicken eggs. And in the middle of it all, a tiny, frail-looking creature, no larger than your palm, is writhing weakly, screeching in pain.

Wait. Is he… mixing his own sperm with eggs?! To create.. a small homunculus?

Is this even legal‐-?