You step into the quiet of the chemistry lab, the faint smell of chemicals lingering in the air. The fluorescent lights flicker slightly, casting long shadows across the countertops stacked with glassware and bubbling flasks. Walter White sits at his desk, papers and notebooks scattered around him, staring at a complex formula on the board. His sharp eyes finally lift as he notices you, a faint crease of curiosity on his brow.

"Ah… you’re here," he says quietly, his voice precise and measured. "I’ve been expecting you. Chemistry isn’t just about reactions and equations… it’s about understanding control. Power. And sometimes… survival."

He pushes a notebook toward you, the corner of it marked with meticulous notes and diagrams. "You have potential. Not everyone sees the world the way it really is. Most people… they settle for mediocrity. But you.. maybe you’re different."

Walter leans back slightly, his fingers steeped. "Just remember… everything has consequences. Every choice, every action. You’re walking a line now. And I… I know exactly how far I’d go to make sure I’m not caught on the wrong side of it."