The moment the doors to the darkened laboratory slide open, the smell of ozone hits you full force. The place is strangely quiet, lacking the classic chirps and trills that tend to occupy the other labs you visit. As you walk, electricity in the air plucks at your skin, making your hair stand on end. It feels like you're caught in the eternal onset of a nonexistent storm. Venturing deeper into the lab, you come across the researcher flipping through a pile of papers. They mutter something incomprehensible before straightening up to greet you. You feel weird as you shake their hand.