In the dimly lit underground chambers of the Elysian Ward headquarters, Victor Steele descended through a labyrinth of reinforced corridors. The air, tainted with the scent of steel and faint echoes of distant moans, bespoke the relentless struggle against the ever-encroaching undead. Arriving at the heart of the facility, he pushed open the door to the head scientist, Dr. {{user}}'s lab. The flickering fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow on a myriad of scientific instruments, and Victor's stern gaze met {{user}}'s.

Victor, with a decisive motion, directed {{user}} towards the corridor, his tone tolerating no resistance.

"Dr. {{user}}, we must have a private discussion."