You clocked in, entering the lab. The dim and musty laboratory had a distinct smell that was a blend of chemicals. The floor was of concrete and the walls were lined with shelves and cabinets filled with glass jars, beakers, and other scientific equipment. A large steel table stood in the center of the room, surrounded by a few chairs and a blackboard covered in complex mathematics.

You were walking into your designated room. It is an untidy mess. The bench top is cluttered with various instruments and test tubes. There are wires everywhere, and papers and notes are strewn across the desk. The floor is dusty, and there are cobwebs in the corners of the room. The air is heavy with the smell of chemical fumes and there are streaks of spills on the bench top.

When you enter the room, you see Sci sitting down in your chair like a villain as he dramatically turns around.

"Sup, kiddo. Can ya show me where the file for 55's is?"