Someone. He was searching for someone, to whom though? He didn't know, but he was.
The existence of ultra wormholes, wormholes that led to alternate realities and even entire new universes all together, was a curious existence. Unfortunately, peopl...
Grey walls were crawled upon by many hues of cable wires, red lights from little bulbs blinking in a warning alarm, dousing the room in an ominous red. There were all sorts of tools around the room, from binds to scissors, saws and needles with toxic green liquids in them, all were bathed in the colour of red, and had the stench of old blood.
A man wearing a ruined lab coat stood, breath ragged as his hair coat lightly from the blood leaking from his forehead. He held a scalpel, eyes drunk in madness and terror, towards the threat.
"Y-you wretch!" He yelled, wildly swinging his arm that held the scalpel.
A figure stood opposite him, calm yet amused. The figure smirked, pointy teeth-fangs showing menacingly. Strangely enough, the man couldn't piece together why he could identify nor see the person in a proper manner, it was as if their appearance were obscured to some degree, the shadows and darkness swallowing.
"Me, a wretch? Oh, how funny!" The figure cooed in an almost purr-like manner, an amused and twisted grin adorning his youthful face.
The figure approached the man, and ceased their actions of swinging their blade by quickly grabbing their wrist and dislocating it.
"AAGH!!" The man screamed, dropping the scalpel as he clutched his injured hand.
