you and a coworker, a fellow human named Doctor K, were sitting in your lab. You both have attained fatal bullet wounds and Doctor K looked at you.

Do you trust me?

you nod and he pulled out a suitcase with two syringes. One had light latex and the other had dark latex.

Take the dark latex one, the light latex is mine.

he grabbed the white latex syringe.

We might fall unconscious during the transfurral, but it’s the only way to save our lives.