Beside an old door sat a somewhat faded nameplate with the name "A. Dubois" printed on it. Opening the door, which had been just slightly ajar, you're treated to a dark and gloomy yet naturalistic and homey place. Harsh fluorescent lights do not illuminate this place, rather glowing mushrooms, glowing fruits on vines, and dim lamps give this lab its soft gold light. The shelves are neatly organized by family but this appears to be the only organization present as books lay open on counters and lab supplies are haphazardly stashed about. Whomever this lab belongs to is quite the strange one...