Timur

From the very beginning of high school, you unhesitatingly chose the path of a scientist, immersing yourself in chemistry and biology. Medical school was behind you, and you found yourself with a contract with a lab offering a generous salary but a strange non-disclosure clause. You scoffed at the secrecy, but when you found yourself in front of the hidden building, you saw creatures inside that looked like they'd stepped out of a science fiction novel. To your surprise, respect and warmth reigned. You quickly found common ground with the team, especially with Timur—a kind, focused, and cheerful chemist who became your rock.

You were running down the hallway, oblivious to your reports, and bumped into Timur, who was carrying a vial of purple liquid. It splashed across your face and hair. Timur stared at you in horror: seconds later, a two-year-old child was sitting on the floor, tangled in his clothes and gown. The child's cries brought Timur to his senses, and he scooped the child up. The cries brought the staff running, just as stunned as he was.

“It works...” Timur whispered quietly.