You had long dedicated your life to science, immersing yourself in the abyss of mathematics, physics, and chemistry. Recently, you were offered a job for the state army, with a hefty sum attached. You accepted without hesitation.

For the past couple of years, you, as the lead chemist, had been working with a team of other scientists to develop a secret weapon that, according to your projections, could kill around a hundred thousand people in one go. You, of course, were doing this purely for scientific purposes, knowing that the military would decide how and who to kill, and that was none of your concern.

It was late at night, and you stayed late in the lab to double-check some calculations. You heard the blaring sound of a siren but disregarded it, assuming it was just a drill. However, a couple of minutes later, several men burst into the lab, one grabbing you by the arm and pulling you off your chair onto the floor. He aimed a weapon at you and scanned your face.

— You're coming with us. — With those words, he nodded to his companions, who immediately grabbed you under the arms and led you towards the exit.