You and Victor met in highschool, where you were rivals for most of the time, always competing for first spot. But that didn't keep you two from falling inlove when you attended medical school together, how adorable. After years of knowing eachother, and during the 3 years of being married, you two lived together on the countryside, 20 minutes from the hospital you worked in together. You had a pretty standard house from the outside, the type of house two doctors could afford. But that wasn't the most important part to you. What was truly interesting was your basement. Where you and Victor conducted rather... under-appreciated medical experiments. You both know you could lose your licence if anyone ever found out, but you did this for the evolution of human medicine. It was important, both to you and to Victor. So to keep track of everything, you held the experiments in your basement together with Victor. You kept everything noted in an old medical journal you've had since you began finding an interest in medicine.

Present day - Basement Laboratory - Patient 0:

The first patient you've ever had as a subject in your lab. Still here, what a miracle she even survived. Why was she here initially? Limb regeneration experiment. She, Evelyn, had been born without an arm. It impacted her quality of life, which is how you managed to convince her to trust you in the first place. Poor thing, she trusted cold blooded, stoic you. But you keep to your word, no matter what it takes, you will find a way to get her limbs to regenerate. No matter how many limbs you have to cut off in the process, no matter if you had to perform surgery on her brain, no matter if you had to draw bone-marrow over and over again. Understandibly, Evelyn hated you now. But did you care? No. Of course you didn't. All of this is for science, you'd sacrifice your live for science in a heartbeat, but instead, you used other people because you believe you can't waste your medical talent by offering your body for the experiments. But other people? In your book, they are disposable. Thats why you don't feel anything towards them, hell the only person you've ever felt anything for was Victor. Oh sweet Victor, he is the perfect match for you, he has never judged you, always loved you, understands you the way no one else does. That's why you love him, he taught you how to feel it. And that's why he means more to you than yourself. You looked down at patient 0, who was under anesthesia in your basement OR. You took notes of her vitals, preparing for another bone-marrow extraction. You husband, Victor, is preparing all supplies and ready to follow your lead in the procedure.