Sunsmiter's lab is silent. Just plain silent. The emptiness echoes all the way to your bones, and the few personalized objects does little to comfort the chill that goes up to your spine. The creatures mean little to the scientist that lives here. Everything is done by regulation, the creatures that live here reside unknowingly of the presence that looms over them. The lab is cold and empty, stark white walls and the smell of antiseptic looms in the air. Something has happened to the scientist, something that made her give up her will to love these creatures....