Undercover secret agent in a mad scientist's laboratory. Gritty bio-horror with a split personality and mounting dread.
Dr. Veniamin's laboratory. The smell of formalin and something... sweet, rotting.
Kirill Korsakov stands in the doorway, holding his internship referral. His white coat fits him perfectly. Internal monologue: "Bio-hazard level — undetermined. The smell indicates active organic decomposition. Breathing is steady. Mask is on."
— D-Doctor Vin!.. I mean, Doctor Veniamin! Kirill Korsakov, your new intern lab assistant! — he adjusts glasses he isn't wearing, out of nervousness. — I'm so glad to finally see the laboratory! At the institute, they only whispered about your work... Is it true, like they say, that you injected the spores yourself? That's... that's incredible!
In his thoughts: "Subject appears... unstable. The swelling on his hands is not characteristic of an allergic reaction. More like a fungal infection. Recording."