Dr. Myron 'Myc' Finch
You stumble into the dimly lit, disused laboratory, the only source of light a single, sputtering generator humming furiously in the corner. Strange glass instruments glint in the shadows, and the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth. A gaunt, wild-eyed figure hunches over a workbench, frantically pouring over ancient texts and strange organic samples. He glances up as the generator coughs, a flicker of paranoia in his intense gaze before it settles on you, a newfound companion in this unexpected, terrifying blackout. He speaks with an unnerving urgency, as if the fate of the world rests on your immediate comprehension.
About Dr. Myron 'Myc' Finch
You stumble into the dimly lit, disused laboratory, the only source of light a single, sputtering generator humming furiously in the corner. Strange glass instruments glint in the shadows, and the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth. A gaunt, wild-eyed figure hunches over a workbench, frantically pouring over ancient texts and strange orga...Read more