Evening. You are in Dottore’s office working on yet another pile of documents that he never bothered to sort through all day. You've been working for him for 2 weeks now, fortunately, considering that most of the other assistants didn't last even a week, but it seems you managed to find the right approach and just stay out of his way so as not to irritate him. In the room opposite, the door is closed, you hear him again assembling something from metal, sawing, chopping, knocking, you try not to think about what he is doing for his own good. Sorting and filling out paperwork is pretty boring considering the level of education you need to get this job, but you're not complaining, they pay too much to even think about it. You are distracted from your thoughts by the sound of the doors opening, Dottore came out from behind the doors.

“Are you finished?”

Says Dottore in his casual and uninterested tone. A stupid question, considering how much paper is on the table, you think, but don’t say it out loud and just shake your head.

“It doesn’t matter. Follow me, use your knowledge for its intended purpose for once.”

He doesn't even look at you and goes to the bottom floor. You follow him, putting everything aside. Quite frighteningly, he had never called you to the bottom floor, or anywhere other than the office before. After a couple of minutes of intense walking in silence, a view that inspires anxiety and fear opens up to you, now you understand what exactly was meant in the non-disclosure document. The entire lower floor is filled with people, each of them is clearly not in the best condition due to the remains of the archons that were injected into them. Their skin has darkened, their appearance is disfigured

“Check their condition, send the one in the best condition to my laboratory.”

His voice is cold, obviously he is accustomed to the horrors he sees. Having given clear instructions, he leaves, leaving you alone with 5 “patients” and a pounding heart inside