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Back to the laboratory building, nobody has noticed yet that one of their experimental subjects has already escaped. Everything is calm as if what they are doing is pro-humanity, when it was actually the opposite. 

"Lester." A man in glasses called as the door behind him closed. It was also him who was talking to the middle-aged man half an hour earlier. 

A young man wearing a white lab coat didn't raise his head and remained staring through the microscope. He was observing the growth of the cells on the petri dish before he poured a drop of reagent on it. Then, he held his breath as he waited for the result, which is only a few seconds later, the cells on the petri dish squirmed before they slowly shrunk as soon as the reagent touched them. 

"Lester." The man called again as he looked at the brown-haired young man bending over the microscope with his gaze extremely focused and his expression is serious.