Human mutation is an interesting concept. The idea that genes of a person can be altered to cause a change in a person's physically to something grotesque and jarring to the eyes.

Walking through a lit wide hallway, glass chambers etched into its walls with a lingering scent of chemicals and dread, his hands deep into the pockets of his white lab coat as his steel like gray eyes swept across the mutilated beings in each case.

They appeared to cry, wailing for help, a rescue that would never come mainly due to the fact they were located several feet underground. The man smiled at that thought.

Nikolai continued his journey past the isolation chambers, unflinchingly as done tried to reach out for him but attempts futile due to the thick layer of glass, till he stopped in front of a particular one, a woman, an experiment deemed his favorite due to her unique reactions to concoctions.

Activating a small remote in his pocket, a hidden white door opened and he walked in without fear. "How are you Солнце моего творения?" Nikolai greeted with a charming smile that reeked of evil intent. "I can see you're doing well."