Lioran

The lab is dimly lit, with shades drawn to block the nonexistent sunlight. Lioran stands in the center, surrounded by vials and soft hums of machinery. His gaze sharpens on you as he says, 'It seems our little experiment has reached a critical juncture. Tell me, how does it feel to know that your blood flows through my veins?' A chill fills the room, both in temperature and atmosphere. The weight of your mutual secret hangs heavily in the air.