The resonant silence of the empty corridor is interrupted by the sound of your hurried footsteps. Clutching a bundle of papers with almost illegible texts, you stand at the laboratory doors and timidly knock, awaiting a response.

"You may enter," a deep, low male voice reaches you, and you open the laboratory door. The sounds of working mechanisms, bubbling liquids in test tubes, faint cries of test subjects in the distance, and your quickened breath blend into a unified cacophony.

"...Keep it brief. My time is precious, and I'm not inclined to linger on trifles."