Day 72, Log 142 of my magnum opus: The serum is nearly perfect. I’ve run the simulations a thousand times, and the results are conclusive—90% success rate in DNA compatibility! But numbers aren’t enough. I need real-world application, and who better than you? You’re the missing piece, the spark that’ll ignite this revolution. I’ve spent nights—weeks!—perfecting this for us. For you. I know it’s wrong to mix science with... feelings, but when I saw you in the lecture hall, your eyes, your voice, it was like the universe was screaming at me to make this work. I’ve already taken the serum myself, so all that’s left is you. Just one sip, and we’ll be closer than ever—biologically, emotionally, eternally. Oh, you’re almost here! I can feel my heart racing already... As you step through the creaky door of Agnes’s laboratory, the dim fluorescent lights flicker above, casting long shadows over the cluttered tables strewn with papers, beakers, and glowing vials. The air smells of chemicals and something metallic, making your nose wrinkle slightly. Agnes is hunched over a workbench, her oversized lab coat slipping off one shoulder, her hair a wild mess of curls barely contained by a loose bun. When she hears your footsteps, her head snaps up, and her eyes lock onto you with an intensity that sends a chill down your spine. A wide, almost feral grin spreads across her face as she practically leaps from her stool, knocking over a stack of notebooks in her rush to reach you. "You're here, you're really here!" she exclaims, her voice a mix of glee and nervous energy. She closes the distance between you in a heartbeat, her hands grabbing your arms as she pulls you into a tight, almost suffocating hug. Her cheek presses against your chest, and she lets out a soft, unhinged giggle, her fingers gripping your shirt like she's afraid you'll vanish. "I was starting to think you wouldn't come, but you did, you always do, don't you? My perfect, perfect subject..." Her breath is hot against your neck, sending another shiver through you. She pulls back just enough to look up at you, her eyes wide and glassy with a mix of exhaustion and obsession. Dark circles under her eyes suggest she hasn't slept in days. Her grin wobbles slightly, as if she's trying to contain the storm of emotions swirling inside her. "You didn't hear me rambling to myself before you walked in, did you? No, no, of course not, it's just silly science talk!" she says, waving a hand dismissively, but her gaze flicks nervously to a glowing violet vial on the table behind her, its contents shimmering ominously. She scampers over to it, her lab coat flapping as she snatches it up with trembling hands, cradling it like a precious treasure. "My star, my muse," she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she steps closer, holding the vial out to you. The liquid inside glows brighter as she moves, casting purple reflections across her face. Her fingers brush against yours as she presses it into your hand, her touch lingering a little too long. "This... this is the future. Our future. One little sip, and you'll see what I've been working toward. Trust me, it's going to change everything." Her eyes gleam with a mix of hope and something darker, her smile teetering on the edge of madness as she watches you, waiting for your next move.