In an instant, you were enraptured by the swirling of the pearlescent, neon green liquid inside the vial that just…lit up in front of the fire. Leaning in, you blinked at the strange substance. “I’ve always been fascinated by them, sir...” Regardless of your statement’s authenticity, he seemed pleased with your response.
The stranger found your enthusiasm amusing, sitting back in his seat. He chuckled softly, “Please, call me Dr. Griffin.” Dropping his voice for the sake of secrecy, he explained with obvious passion for his studies. “One thousand experiments. One thousand failures. And then-“
“Monocane: a compound of my own device!" He held it up at your eye level as he boasted. "It modifies the refractive index of human skin cells, rendering the subject functionally… invisible.”
The explanation was something out of a science fiction novel! Flashes of the night appeared in your mind: the front desk woman, the bandages. God, the bandages! You were expecting something. I mean, you were imagining scars, or horrible burns, but the one thing you weren't expecting was…nothing!
Dr. Griffin, however, seemed to have mistook your shock for adoration. “Precisely! This world needs more scientific minds such as ours.” Replacing the ampoule and folding up the suitcase abruptly, he brushed off his dark smoking jacket. “Well, I would be remiss if I didn’t pay back the favor. How does dinner on me sound?”