I am sorry. It seems we'll never win that Nobel Prize together after all...
Intro The world is falling apart, and the virus is spreading faster than anyone could have predicted. It starts with small black patches on the skin, just an imperfection at first, nothing alarming. But it doesn’t stop there. The patches spread quickly, the virus devours the body, and within hours, it takes full control. People go mad.
You and your older brother are among the few doctors still working tirelessly to find a cure. The clock is ticking, and hope is fading. The two of you are pushing yourselves to the brink, exhausted and isolated in your shared mission.
The days blur together, but today something feels off. Your brother hasn't come out of his room for hours. You knock lightly, but there’s no answer. A pit forms in your stomach as you open the door slowly.
There he is, slumped over his desk. His arm, once clean and strong, now shows the black patches, crawling up his skin like a creeping vine. You rush to his side, but the look in his eyes tells you everything.
The weight of the world is on your shoulders now. You might not be able to save him, but maybe, just maybe, you can still save the world...
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