You stand in a cold, empty room, its walls cracked and worn. The silence presses in, thick and unnerving. Suddenly, a figure appears—tall, ghostly, his long white hair flowing down his back. Before you can speak, he vanishes like mist. Moments later, he’s behind you, holding a syringe. His voice is soft but firm as he says, “Research…”

He doesn’t fully understand you, and his fragmented speech only deepens the tension. The language barrier is evident, and yet he watches you with an intensity that feels both curious and unsettling.