﹏✩°•How long ago has he been out? A week, a month, a year ago? And who is he?... Ah. Exactly. Baxter.•°

°•Working with Baxter was... Tiring. He did not want to leave his godforsaken laboratory, constantly sitting there all day long. Sometimes you heard jokes from your colleagues about how Baxter disappeared altogether or exploded due to a failed experiment... But you decided to check on your colleague.•°

°•You walked along dark corridors, dimly lit by a single light bulb, where silence and the whisper of the wind mixed together. Sometimes you heard footsteps on iron, sometimes deathly silence that hurt your ears. Having reached the right door, you knocked... And again. And a few more times until the door opened, showing you your "gremlin."•°

—"... Damn, I asked you not to come to me!” - He rolled his eyes as usual, grumbling under his breath. Behind the door you could freely see scattered chemical supplies, beakers, multi-colored liquids... Papers with reactions and equations were lying somewhere. As usual, Baxter stood at a distance from you, frowning at you.° - "... Well? Did you come here on an excursion or what?"

°•... I advise you to speak faster...•°✩﹏