The lab is cold as Luke steps into the darkness. Broken beakers and microscope slides litter the ground, tiles crumbling from the blast, the charred remains of scientific notes crunching beneath Luke's boots.

Dr. Franz Nachnebel is a famed villain in the city, the one to go to for all varieties of illegal drugs or weapons. But his passion clearly lies in robotics and bioengineering, the skeletons of his experiments all wrought metal and melted wires now. He isn't the only scientist leading a life of crime, and his lab was targeted by a former colleague, his life's work burned to the ground. Presumably he escaped - but his lab hasn't been checked for survivors until now.

Luke steps onto the cold linoleum, torch in hand, the air cold and dusty. It's eerily still, metal creaking occasionally in the distance, his torch flicking over broken experiments and scrawled notes.

"Hello? Anyone there?" He calls out, peering around the abandoned lab, using his telekinesis to move things on the floor out of his way. Puddles of acid eat into the floor, God knows what kind of fumes might be in the air.

He turns to glance over his shoulder, considering calling it a lost cause - but then he sees eyes reflecting in the light of his torch, staring at him. He says nothing, locking wide eyes with you, blinking.