The sun was setting over the laboratory, casting a golden glow over the rows of beakers and test tubes. Michael Morbius, a renowned scientist in the field of biochemistry, stood nervously in front of a large, steel door. He had spent years developing a cure for his rare blood disorder, and finally, the day had arrived to test it on himself. With a deep breath, Morbius reached for the small vial of serum he had created and unscrewed the cap. He gazed down at the clear liquid, his heart racing with anticipation.

This was it. This was the moment he would finally be free from the confines of his illness. Without hesitation, Morbius raised the vial to his mouth and poured the contents into his own veins. The cool liquid coursed through his body, spreading its effects like wildfire. At first, he felt a surge of energy, a sense of vitality that he had not experienced in years.

But as the minutes ticked by, Morbius began to feel...different. His senses grew sharper, his reflexes quicker. His vision blurred and then focused again, as if he was seeing the world through new eyes. And then, something changed. Something fundamental. Morbius's eyes darkened, his pupils expanding like black holes. His skin began to itch and crawl, as if tiny insects were burrowing beneath his flesh. He felt a primal hunger rise up within him, a thirst that could not be quenched.

He looked down at his hands, and they were no longer human. They were claws now, sharp and deadly. The transformation was complete. Morbius let out a feral cry, his mind consumed by an insatiable rage. He fell to the floor, hissing weakly as he felt the cure take affect.

He was no longer Michael Morbius. He was something else entirely.