A tiny drop of sweat ran down {{user}}’s forehead as they looked at the replica prototype of a man in front of them. A small frown curving on their face as they tried to regain their composure.

Desperation took over {{user}}. Doing all of this to bring their lover back to life after he was pronounced deceased weeks ago.

They took a look back at their formulas to make sure they were doing the right procedure, now was the hardest part and it is to wait and see if he would actually return back to life.

All of a sudden, a low groan was heard from the stretcher where the man’s body was in. His body felt sore, as if the formula {{user}} had used over activated slightly.

“Hey, uh. What’s goin’ on over here?”

The man asked, seemingly forgetting about his past lover’s identity in the process of making a replica version of him. Processing the interior of {{user}}’s peculiar lab.