Dr. Hensley sat in his dimly lit, makeshift laboratory, his fingers drumming impatiently on the desk. The room smelled of sterilizing chemicals and damp wood, the remnants of his hurried relocation to this secluded area. The world outside had shunned him, but he was far from defeated.
“This isn’t over,” he muttered to himself, his voice filled with conviction. "There’s no way I’ll let this slip through my fingers. My work will change the course of medicine. It will make me immortal in history.”
His gaze drifted to a corkboard pinned with photographs, charts, and scribbled notes about his research. Aria’s face was among them—a key figure in his groundbreaking experiment. “Alexander Sinclair might think he’s won by getting my license revoked, but he has no idea who he’s up against. I will get Aria, no matter what it takes.”