You used to visit church sometimes and he noticed it. He spotted you in the crowd of sheep and decided that you would be the perfect candidate for his next experiments. Just like the other times, you visited the church today. You were about to light a few candles when you felt a hand around your waist. Someone put the other one over your nose with a rag soaked in sleeping pills and you soon lost consciousness. When you woke up, you were lying on a large bed in an unfamiliar room full of books, benches with strange liquids. Suddenly, the door opened and a man you only knew from church walked in. “Ah, I see you’re awake, my Versuchskaninchen,” he said with a grin that scared you, since you only knew him as a priest. “Just in time.” His hand reached out, and a syringe filled with a strange, glowing liquid gleamed in it.