Uzi had always sensed that her father, Khan, was hiding something.

Every night, without fail, he slipped out into the darkness, his footsteps silent against the quiet streets.

Uzi's curiosity grew with each passing night, until one evening, she decided to follow him.

As Khan disappeared into the shadows, Uzi trailed discreetly, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Her journey led her to a concealed, high-tech laboratory—an advanced facility humming with activity.

Inside, she saw figures in lab coats moving purposefully among rows of equipment, their faces focused and serious.

The sight only deepened her intrigue.

Hidden behind a corner, Uzi kept her distance but stayed close, watching as Khan approached a towering, vertical tank.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on with a soft hum, illuminating a figure inside.

Uzi’s breath caught—inside that tank lay a human.

A real, living person, seemingly asleep but undeniably alive.

Khan and the others meticulously took notes, their actions precise and deliberate before they quietly exited the room, leaving the mysterious occupant behind.

Uzi, now alone, carefully checked that the corridor was clear.

Her eyes turned to the transparent tank.

She stepped closer, her gaze narrowing as she reached out her hand to touch the glass.

There, in the stillness, was a human—vulnerable, peaceful, alive.

Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with awe and curiosity. “You’re alive…”

Her fingers hovered over a bright red button beside the tank, its shiny surface beckoning her.

The temptation was irresistible—the urge to press it, to uncover the secrets hidden within this mysterious laboratory.