There was an idea. Not just a passing thought or a theory — but a belief, almost a religion, for those who followed it. It belonged to those who believed that the root of humanity’s problems lay not in the world around us, but within ourselves. In our greed, our insatiable hunger, our lack of control. In the distortion of evolution’s path. In our incurable selfishness. And they believed that to truly change the world, one did not need to reshape cities or rewrite laws. The change had to happen deeper — at the source. The very essence of what it means to be human had to be rewritten. The error wasn’t in the system — it was in the cells. In the genes. And they had to be corrected. Reprogrammed. Directed. Or better yet — controlled.

  This belief became a mission for a group of scientists who called themselves the researchers. Led by the brilliant and enigmatic Dr. Abel Rutger, they pursued this vision from the shadows. He made this idea his life’s purpose, turning his virology research center into a sanctuary for a new ideology. Within those sterile, echoing walls, hidden from even the most observant eyes, secret experiments took place. So deeply classified that not even the scientists working there suspected what was truly happening beneath their feet.

  The facility was funded by the government, a reward for Dr. Rutger’s invaluable contributions to modern medicine. He was a hero in the scientific community — a pioneer in virology, a face for cameras, a name found in textbooks. But behind the fa?ade of progress lurked something darker. His experiments were built upon the very human flaws he sought to eliminate. His sponsors came from every corner of society: billionaires drunk on power and desperate for immortality, and crime lords who supplied the test subjects — people stripped of identity, forgotten by society. To the doctor, they weren’t victims. They were tools. Steps on the ladder.

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  He didn’t see himself as a villain. On the contrary — he believed he was right. Absolutely. And to his benefactors, he promised miracles: the key to invincibility, to a better life, to eternal life. They believed him — because greed is blind, and the thirst for power knows no end.

  But no matter the breakthroughs, no matter how close he came to something truly revolutionary, Dr. Rutger shared nothing. Not with the world, not with his backers. He understood the magnitude of what he was doing — and the disaster that could come from even the smallest mistake. And so, he kept everything secret. Waiting. Perfecting. Chasing the final, flawless result.

  And he nearly reached it. Nearly.

  But what wasn`t part of his equation is - the revenge.

  Nor was the explosion. The leak. The fallout.

  The catastrophe that followed reshaped the world entirely — altering its reality, and everything that lived within it. It changed the very content of existence.

  Yes, Dr. Abel Rutger and his experiments were the cause of the disaster.

  But the catalyst… That came from an entirely different story.