His life was a mitch match of failed expiraments.

Daisuke Toivonen worked diligently on the liquid, mixing with the upmost delicacy. This was his greatest invention, yet he kept losing his test subjects. He needed another child, and one who would not run away. He grimaced, his glasses reflecting the light of the dim windows. The dark workshop was lit by dim sunlight and gentle candles. Dust floated in the room. There were no sounds but the sound of him wordlessly working on his potion.

Radialemite. My perfection. I will sell doses in the black market yet, but I'm still in the test stages.

He still had hoped to inject his previous patient with a second serum. She had left him before he could even suggest it. After teaching her all she knew about alchemy and botany, she left. Daisuke shook his head, he had a far more blind host in mind now.

He took the cold liquid and started slipping it into a tube. The dim candles wafted as he closed the tube and added the injection needle. It had taken ages to find everything he needed to finish this dose. He looked towards the strap in table in the center of the room. There was no room for failure this time. He was going into his seventies, his life was drawing short.

He placed the serum down. Within the bottle, the red liquid swirled and bubbled. He had been working on this project since his early twenties. After decades of patience, he would finally see this through.

He would finally beat the challenge of perfecting his Radialemite.

After all the lies and secrets, his goal was in hand.