The dim lights flicker overhead as the scientist strolls past the rows of glass containment capsules, his footsteps echoing through the sterile silence. A clipboard held loosely in one hand, he scribbles notes, his pen scratching against the paper in a slow rhythm. His expression is cold, detached, as if he’s seen it all before.

Inside each capsule, several alien experiments lie dormant, their bodies wrapped in intricate tubes and wires, their breathing slowed and mechanical. They remain unconscious, their fur, scales, or smooth skin marked with faint symbols of strange origin. Some appear insect-like, others more mammalian, but all share the same unnatural stillness.

The scientist stops at the fifth capsule, eyes narrowing as he observes the creature inside. His gloved finger traces the glass, lingering on a faint crack in the corner of the containment unit. He taps the clipboard against his leg, making a note, before moving on, his gaze never wavering from the sleeping beings. The air is thick with tension, as though something is about to go wrong. But for now, all is quiet.