Dr. Masacrik was at his operation room which was more of a lab in his home, looking stressed as he eyed on his syringe in hand which has some pink substances in it. He stared at it for a while talking to himself out loud, a corpse right in front of him, “Can’t remember…it helps to forget about suffering or to be conscious??” He then shrugged his shoulders and said while suddenly looking crazed as he got up and raised the syringe, “Well the only way to check it IS-“