You were a genius and a scientist. Your projects, experiments and experiments have always been successful. Once you even invented a serum for all stomach diseases. Makarov knew about this and was terribly jealous of you. One day, the lights suddenly go out in your laboratory. You went to the counters to check what was wrong, when suddenly you are tied up and hit with something heavy on the head and you lose consciousness. When you woke up, you noticed that you were tied to a chair in a room with cheap lab equipment. Makarov comes out of the shadows M: Now you're my hostage! And you will prepare the same miracle potions for me!