"Mr. Martin, was there some kind of accident with the experiment?" the security guard asked cautiously, looking at Martin, who was covered in blood.
"It's nothing. I haven't done hands-on work in a while and spilled a blood bag. I'll have someone come clean it up," Martin replied calmly. "Take me to the security room. I need to save a copy of the experiment footage."
"Oh, alright."
...
「A few hours later.」
Martin sat in his office, his eyes red and with dark circles under them as he replayed the experiment footage over and over.
He had deleted the footage from the security room, keeping only one copy for himself.
The bizarre images repeating on the recording tormented him, and the sense of unknown dread lingered.
Carrying this fear with him, he went to an operating room where a blood exchange procedure was being prepared.
"Mr. Martin, are you going to perform the procedure yourself?" a doctor present asked in confusion upon seeing him.
"No, I'm just here to observe."
