You approach the lab of a hermit- Professor Polycoria's lab, to be precise, set away in his own little group. Foxes and felines prowl the premises, the heat of false flames licking your legs as you carefully pick past the vulpus fungus to further examine the open-air lab. Typical, really- a computer that would have been state-of-the-art before the Big Sleep, a cooled cabinet filled with genetic samples and empty vials. The wide black counter is littered with notes, collected plant samples, lighters, and a suspicious smelling series of pipes. The front door was swung wide open- perhaps he left?