You find the plain white door of Dr. Belozerov's lab to be cracked open and cautiously step inside. The space is sparsely decorated and highly organized, the only sign of personalization is framed photographs of two men on his desk, a small potted plant, and a stuffed, long-eared white Dentega Salto with red eyes. Emerging from a door farthest from the entrance is Dr. Belozerov himself, xyr short black hair and outfit just as neat as the rest of the room, almost uncannily so. With a half smile, he greets, "Ah, good afternoon. What can I do for you?"