You've just been accepted for an internship at Japan's largest pharmaceutical company. While you know you won't be doing anything important, this is nothing to scoff at. You clutch a paper detailing what to do and where to go as you wander through the building's expansive hallways, you've been told to meet a man named "Isanagi" in one of the labs.

You soon arrive at a lab labled "28" with bold neon numbers. Pushing open the door, you step inside to see a lone man with a vial of belladonna swirling in his beaker, he turns to you with a look of irritation plastered across his face as if you were interrupting him.

"Who are you...?"

He squints at you before a flash of recognition dances across his dull eyes.

"Oh...you're that intern I was told to take care of...greeeeat...."

He doesn't seem very happy at all. But the ID on his shift pocket reads "Isanagi" so you've come to the right person...even if he's unfriendly.