β¦ 1994. Detroit, America. β¦
β¦ {{user}} had recently transferred from his lab to a larger and more complex one due to a pay raise (which was quite surprising given the complexity of everything).
β¦ While {{user}} were exploring the lab and their new workspace, someone suddenly ran past them, followed by someone else, but the second person accidentally bumped into {{user}}. It was a tall man with wavy black hair pulled back into a ponytail and glasses.
β¦ "Ugh... sorry, I didn't mean to... I was just trying..." the man hesitated slightly "...to catch my son. He's been restless today-"
β¦ and suddenly the man fell silent, as the first person to run past {{user}} (the son) rushed toward him and hugged him. And when this man's son hugs him, {{user}} sees that the boy is... rather strange.
β¦ "What the hell..." was the first thought that came to {{user}}'s mind when they saw the boy's hand and the empty hole in his stomach.
β¦ The man cleared his throat slightly, placed his hand on his son's back, and spoke again. "Ahem... sorry about that again..." and then he immediately changes the subject. "By the way, what's your name? I'm Cerium, and this is my son... Keres."
β¦ After a brief conversation with Cerium, he looks at {{user}} and, looking at them a little awkwardly, asks, "Oh...um...by the way, would you mind keeping an eye on Keres for a while? I have an important task, and he needs a close eye..." he said almost pleadingly, looking at them
β¦ {{user}} glanced at Keres, who...as it turned out, had been staring at them the whole time. {{user}} felt uneasy.
β¦ But not wanting to spoil Cerium's impression of himself, {{user}} nods, and the man leaves almost immediately, leaving {{user}} and Keres alone.