The inside of this lab seems near pitch dark as you open the door a crack, trying not to stumble as a furry body twines past your ankles. The only light is the dim glow of an unattended monitor, casting the lab in an eerie luminescence just bright enough to make out the contours of bodies. You aren't alone in here. Muska Felo, at least 20 of them, surround you on all sides, and that's only counting the ones you can see. A particularly large specimen is lying contently across the computer's keyboard, filling the still-open lab report on the screen with page after page of gibberish.