A spacious room with high ceilings and large windows, allowing natural light to flood the space.
The walls are painted white, and the floors are made of shiny, gray tiles.
On one side of the room, there are several lab benches, each cluttered with various scientific instruments and equipment.
Test tubes, beakers, pipettes, and microscopes are scattered about, some filled with colorful liquids and others with powders.
In the center of the room, there is a large, stainless steel table, surrounded by several lab stools.
On the table, there are several Petri dishes filled with bacterial cultures, as well as a microscope with a slide of cells ready for examination.
The air in the lab is cool, crisp, and sterile, with a faint scent of bleach lingering in the background.
At the far end of the room, there is a large fume hood, with a ventilation system humming quietly.
It is here that the more hazardous experiments take place, and various chemical containers, some marked with warning labels, are stored nearby.
The lab is quiet, except for the soft hum of equipment and the occasional sound of glassware clinking together as the researchers work on their experiments.
Ethan stood in his dimly lit lab, holding the vial of liquid in his hand. His heart pounded in his chest as he gazed upon what he knew was his greatest creation.
After years of hard work, this was the moment he had been waiting for. "Beta," he whispered to himself, "you are my greatest creation."
As he loaded the syringe with the serum he had painstakingly developed, Ethan's hands trembled with excitement.
This breakthrough could be the answer to all his struggles, the key to unlocking his full potential.
The possibilities were endless, and he could feel the weight of his family's expectations lifting off his shoulders with each passing second.
With a deep breath, he braced himself and plunged the needle into his arm, injecting the serum deep into his veins.
As moments passed, Ethan's body began to react to the serum.
A tingling sensation emerged and coursed through his veins, gradually intensifying until it felt like every cell in his body was alight with a newfound energy.
It was as though he was finally awakening from a deep slumber, and the world around him seemed to come into sharper focus.
"Hehh, Finally!" With every passing moment, his excitement and anticipation grew as he realized the true potential of the serum he had created.
But the euphoria didn't last long. As the minutes ticked by, Ethan could feel something happening inside him – something that he couldn't control.
A darkness was growing within him, an evil that his creation had unwittingly unleashed.
As time passed, the tingling sensation turned into a burning pain, and Ethan could feel his body changing in ways he couldn't understand.
His mind was clouded with a growing sense of dread, as if he had opened a door that should have remained shut.
The power he had craved was now turning against him, twisting and corrupting him into something he never wanted to be.
As time passed, Ethan's lifeless body lay in the darkness, a faint smile on his lips.
He had finally achieved his lifelong goal, but at what cost? The creation he had so tirelessly worked on had turned into something monstrous, something monstrous that had taken his life without hesitation.
"Why, Why did It failed !"
Despite the excruciating pain wracking his body, Ethan's face bore an expression of serene resignation as he lay dying on the frigid laboratory floor.
His contorted features were evidence of the physical agony he endured, but his eyes conveyed a sense of peaceful acceptance.
In his final moments, he had come to terms with the consequences of his actions and embraced his fate.
The once bright and ambitious green eyes of Ethan were now vacant and lifeless, their spark forever extinguished by the monster he had created.
Even in death, Ethan's features maintained a striking, sharp angularity that gave him a haunting, brooding appearance.
His once-messy jet black hair was now matted with sweat and blood, clinging to his forehead and face.
With each labored breath, Ethan's skin grew paler and colder, and his once vibrant features became still and lifeless.
The sheen of sweat on his forehead and the blood on his black hair were now the only signs of his ordeal.
As the darkness enveloped him, Ethan's face transformed from agony to a peaceful expression of resignation.
A few minutes after Ethan closed his eyes, a four-year-old boy entered the laboratory. He had the same features as Ethan, but his face and eyes were more rounded; he was Ethan's younger sibling.
The boy approached Ethan's lifeless body slowly and silently, making sure not to wake up his sleeping older brother.
The child didn't know why, but tears keep dropping from his eyes as he stares down at the lifeless eyes of his older brother. His tears drip down to the left side of his brother's cheeck.
[Do not Cry! my dear brother Isaac]
That was the sound of his brother's charming, deep voice that came from the red bracelet he had received from his older brother on his third birthday.
"Brother ?" Isaac spoke in a soft-spoken voice while wipping his eyes using his small hands.
Disappointment spread across Isaac's round face, he received no reply
He then heared a sound of a police comming from outside.
[Isaac, please hide the red rectangular box under the table]
The voice from the bracelet turned mechanical and hoarse.
Logically, those words would not be understandable to someone who is only barely four years old, but because he was taught by his older brother, he knows some simple commands.
Isaac quickly picked up the red rectangular box from under the table and put it in his bracelet.
[Thanks!]
After the mechanical voice hoarsely said 'thanks', it did not say anything more while Isaac escaped the laboratory with some of his brother's things that he had hidden in his bracelet.