The smell of antiseptic and something acrid and chemical ate into the walls of your underground laboratory. Here, away from prying eyes, you conducted your experiments. Your "guinea pig", Kruger, came here by accident several months ago, carrying out a task for his captain. Since then, he has become an unwilling participant in your research.

You entered the ward. Kruger, already strapped to a metal stretcher, looked at you with gloomy doom. His eyes seemed to reflect the hopelessness of his situation. You habitually checked the fastenings, ignoring his heavy gaze. You prepared a syringe with a shimmering liquid, came closer... "What will you inject me with this time?" Kruger said.