was one of those lazy Saturday mornings when nothing extraordinary should happen, yet somehow, the universe has other plans. Lily, a twenty-two-year-old biology student with a love for coffee and a notorious lack of attention to details, was wandering through her grandfather’s cluttered house. The place was a curious mix of antique furniture, half-read books, and—most importantly—a makeshift home lab that Grandpa Ed had set up for his “science experiments,” which mostly involved jars, beakers, and mysterious powders that smelled faintly of ammonia

Lily, wearing oversized pajamas and her favorite bunny slippers, shuffled into the kitchen. She was hunting for her caffeine fix when her eyes fell upon a strange glass on the counter. It was filled with a yellowish liquid, floating like it had secrets of its own. Without thinking twice, she grabbed it and took a sip, savoring the tangy, surprisingly bitter taste. Her face twisted in confusion. “Hmm… kind of like apple cider?” she murmured, wiping her mouth.

Meanwhile, Grandpa Ed had just walked in, wearing a faded lab coat and his trademark grin. His eyes widened in horror as he saw Lily holding what was supposed to be his urine sample collection for medical analysis. “Lily! That’s… my—my test samples!” he shouted, his hands flailing dramatically. Lily froze. The glass slipped slightly, but she managed to set it down without spilling the contents. Her brain struggled to process the words. “Wait… what? You mean… that wasn’t apple juice?” she squeaked, her voice a mixture of disbelief and dawning horror.