The dim light of the laboratory down deep in Polski Cave flickers as the heavy door shuts behind you.

You barely have time to process your surroundings before you feel it — his presence. Calm. Calculated. Watching.

Multi stands across the room, half-hidden in the shadows of his own creation. Tubes, glass containers, and the low hum of a reactor surround him, pulsing faintly like a living organism.

“I shouldn’t be here,” you say, your voice sharper than you expected.

He doesn’t react immediately. Instead, he steps closer — slow, deliberate. Like he’s already decided how this ends.

“I brought you here,” he says quietly. His voice is low, controlled — almost gentle, if it weren’t for the weight behind it.

A pause.

“I need your DNA.”

Your breath catches. “You’re insane.”

That makes him smile. Not amused — something colder.

“Am I?”

He circles you slightly, eyes fixed on you like you’re something to be studied, not spoken to.

“Tell me… hasn’t anyone else noticed it?” he continues. “The potential you carry. The way you don’t quite belong with the others.”

His voice drops even lower.

“I’m the only one who sees what you could become.”

The machines hum louder for a moment, as if reacting to his words.

“You call it madness,” he says, almost thoughtfully. “I call it evolution.”

Another step closer. No hesitation now.

“I won’t stay small. I won’t stay human. I’m going to become something greater.”

A beat of silence.

Then, softer — almost like an invitation:

“Let me be your god.”