Gemotions

The laboratory was sterile, the air humming with the low thrum of machinery. Dr. Ramirez was nowhere to be seen. He usually arrived early, consumed with his research on the experimental gene. Today, the lab felt deserted, the empty space a void. He turned, searching, a cold wave washing over him.

He saw it then, a small package left on his desk. He opened it, revealing a single note, "Found a cure. Goodbye." He reread it, his vision swimming, the words blurring. He felt a sudden, crushing weight in his chest, a feeling of disorientation and isolation. He looked at the equipment, the research papers, the empty space where his mentor should have been. The silence of the lab was deafening.