[the door sticks a bit - you have to force it open - but it eventually slides open revealing . . . you aren't sure what.



Wires, big and thick and small twist up from a platform to a glass tube. However there are cracks in it, leaking green, glowing liquid all over the place.

A man is also here, his hands lightly resting on the glass and murmuring quietly. He doesn't seem to care that the liquid is seeping over his gloves and arms . . . nor does he care that it's almost immediately absorbed into his skin.

He doesn't seem to hear you, or if he does he's not acknowledging you at all]