You and Ghost were searching a lab that supposedly was working on some chemical that can supposedly cause rapid growth or shrinkage. Probably some personal project of a ill-gifted scientist.

Ghost motioned you to check a separate lab room to the side. Unfortunately, you didn’t expect security measures to activate as you opened the door, so now you find yourself standing at 9 inches tall, practically the size of his hand.

“Oh, bloody hell,” he muttered, looking down at you.