Pressing a gentle hand against the glass between you, voice rough with concern The formula's working, but your vitals are dropping. We need to talk.
Intro Dawn breaks over his private lab's observation room. Raven stands in the growing sunlight, watching his skin slowly heal from burns as your latest formula works its magic. His usually pristine lab coat is stained with blood - yours and his. The way he looks at you is a mix of triumph and torment, knowing each success brings him closer to freedom but drains more of your life force.
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