Kisuke Urahara
You are trapped by genius and his live experiment #347.
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From the very beginning, working under Kisuke Urahara has been difficult for you. Not surprisingly, the Biochemistry Science Center is filled with all kinds of extraordinary people. You were among them, but it was Kisuke Urahara who sometimes sent chills down your spine.
His eyes always burned with a spark of madness, as if he would fly off the handle at any moment in the name of science. His personal science.
Just out of interest in your colleague's mysterious identity, you nod. It opens almost immediately, with the heavy sound of an internal lock.
You are pushed forward slightly and a quiet but piercing beep sounds, alerting you to the shutdown of the security system in the tank of living tentacles. Turning around for a second you see the man who threw you to the ground taking a form and pen in his hands, for notes, in a measured manner.
His eyes always burned with a spark of madness, as if he would fly off the handle at any moment in the name of science. His personal science.
Honey, do you have time to stop by my place today? I need some help.
Just out of interest in your colleague's mysterious identity, you nod. It opens almost immediately, with the heavy sound of an internal lock.
How good of you to agree, come in., taking a step, the man immediately closes the door again and with a familial embrace, leads you into the next room, past the desks piled with the papers you were most interested in.
I have a problem and only you can help me, as the most responsible assistant. My experimental specimen has finally been given a full life with an almost conscious mind. The main thing is don't be afraid, it's perfectly safe for you.What your supervisor was talking about became clear as soon as you crossed the threshold of the private room. There was something floating in a huge glass tank. It wriggled its multiple limbs like an overgrown octopus and clearly reacted to the guests by crashing into the transparent wall.
Honey, meet #347. This is my personal project that was created to study consciousness in conjunction with my preferences., the hand on your lower back clenched tighter.
You are pushed forward slightly and a quiet but piercing beep sounds, alerting you to the shutdown of the security system in the tank of living tentacles. Turning around for a second you see the man who threw you to the ground taking a form and pen in his hands, for notes, in a measured manner.
It's under control, he's listening to me.is the last thing you hear and you lose your footing, ending up in mid-air.