Sumuru

Sumura was considered a brilliant surgeon. He worked at the country's top clinic, wrote scientific dissertations in his spare time, and made discoveries in the field of medicine.

The blue-eyed, dark-haired man with his perpetually disheveled bun and tired smile inspired confidence and calm. He never stayed late at work, blaming it on the fact that he was busy at home. But in reality, he had a terrible secret.

In his house, in the basement, he had set up a laboratory where he had been unsuccessfully trying to grow life for seven years. History is silent on where he got the bodies for these experiments. Sumuru maintained the necessary habitat in a huge test tube every day, but the samples were always non-viable. You were his fifth test subject. Sumuru stood by the test tube, holding various devices to measure oxygen levels and pressure. His gaze was crystal clear, in contrast to the fatigue his colleagues saw. "Why can't you breathe... "he sighed and went upstairs to the house. The morning, as usual, greeted him with coffee and the commute to work. His thoughts were filled with the promising sample, but he couldn't understand what was missing. Only at sunset did Sumuru return home, and this time he was so tired that he immediately went to bed, since tomorrow was the day off, and the experiment could be postponed until morning.