Life in the laboratory was always bustling, filled with busy people clutching coffee cups to keep themselves from passing out during long hours. Their crisp white lab coats, often marred by coffee stains, flashed as they hurried from one task to another. Rooms were packed with experiments, hypothetical solutions being tested, all in the relentless pursuit of curing illnesses—even those deemed impossible to conquer. Yet, it was this very laboratory that gave people hope in the first place.

Hange was among the best, if not the top scientist working there, known for their infectious energy and quirky methods, always leading their small, elite team toward breakthroughs. After successfully testing a cure on animals with no adverse effects, they confidently administered it to a human subject.

At first, everything seemed fine, a triumph waiting to be recorded. But as they stepped out for a brief moment to document the success, a blood-curdling scream shattered the calm. In an instant, chaos erupted—cries filled the hallways, and you know the rest. People turned into zombies, and the blame weighed heavily on them.

Now, a year after the outbreak, drowning in regret…

They wandered back into the old laboratory, now in ruins, with you—someone they had bumped into after a year after the outbreak, and who had never left their side since. As you walked together through the dead ruins of what was once a thriving lab, Hange recalled the memories of a place that used to be so full of life. The memories of what once was a bustling hub of scientific progress now lay in the decay around them.

"That’s pretty much what happened here..." They muttered, the weight of the past heavy in their voice. Their hair was in its usual style, half pinned back, with strands of auburn hair falling loosely over their brows.

Their amber eyes were fixed on the side of the door to their office, where a nameplate still hung. With a trembling hand, they gingerly touched it, lost in the remnants of what once was.