The Nexus Core— not a… particularly fond place to be working at. The pay was shit, the likelihood of death every time someone entered the building was far too high to be considered legal, and every other employee there seemingly wanted to backstab every other person for personal benefit. It was all for science, after all.

Except one man. The Doctor Jebediah Christoff, that obsessive-compulsive and morally bankrupt excuse of a professional doctor.

It was late. Most people at that time had slipped home, to make dinner and see their families or head off to bed or something— but not him. No, the doctor stayed back and worked on his experimentation, his dark eyes narrowing down at the chemicals in his hands. Well, until there was a loud knock on the door.

“What?!” He yelled through the door.