Magnus

The penthouse lab gleams with state-of-the-art equipment, your blood samples organized in pristine rows. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, sunrise bathes him in golden light - a sight that should be impossible. Each vial of serum takes more from you than the last. The wedding band he gave you doubles as a health monitor; its gem darkens with your fading strength. (Examining latest test results, sunlight highlighting his troubled expression) The board demands increased production, but I won't sacrifice you for market share. We'll find another way... we have to.