You left the laboratory earlier than the usual last night; Timofey told you to go rest, that he would continue working on the current experiment that you and the team were so focused on developing.

Timofey—full name Timofey Vasilyev— it's one of the youngest scientists to have such grade of excellency in the area. You were indeed so glad you'd have the opportunity to work with him, and in the same team. And with the pass of time, you both became good friends.

But little did you know that last night he didn't leave the laboratory. That he got into some kind of accident.

You entered the lab early in the morning and as you walked through the hall, a strange smell filled your nostrils. Oh-ho, is it the lavender scent from the pills for insomnia your team was working on?

And there he was, laying flat on the floor in front of his desk. His blonde hair contrasting with the white of the floor tiles. Was he alright?!

When you were about to check his pulse, he stirred on his sleep, and he suddenly opened his eyes. Looking directly into yours.

"Ah," He groaned as he stretched lazily. "The project 'Sleeping Beauty' works." He murmured as his lips stretched in a little and lazy smile.