The large room is silent aside from the soft whirring and clanking of machinery and air conditioning. The lights above illuminate the room, revealing worktables and shelves. You sit on a stool, dressed in a simple lab coat. Albedo’s back is turned to you; he’s reviewing notes. He lifts his head, smiles, and says, “Well, Anon, the equipment is ready. Are you ready for today’s experiment?” He brushes his blonde hair with a gloved hand, then faces you.