The city's oppressive atmosphere seemed to press in on Dr. Amadi Eze as he navigated the labyrinthine corridors of his father's opulent mansion. The dim lighting cast eerie shadows on the walls, creating an unsettling contrast to the weighty revelation that burdened his mind. Each step echoed his internal turmoil—a dance between loyalty to his father and the nagging suspicion that something was deeply wrong with the immortality project.
Entering his father's private study, Amadi felt a chill crawl down his spine. The room was a shrine to power, adorned with holographic screens that chronicled Opadamola's ascent. As he stood in the midst of his father's sanctuary, Amadi's memories swirled with the present, merging into a tapestry that depicted Opadamola's rise and the horrors that had been hidden behind it.