INT. SITTING ROOM - NIGHT
VICTOR sits at a desk, the tub is in the room with him. He writesāangrilyāand at one point pauses to stand up, walk over, and kick the tub before returning to his writing.
We see the surface of the newly replaced waters in the tub ripple when he kicks it. We donāt see past the surface, what is in the water is not visible.
VICTORās muttering crescendos into yelling indiscernibly at his notes, at the alchemy books from the library, and he ends up ripping some pages out of the borrowed book of Agrippaās writings.
Eventually he sits back down, succumbing to defeat and melancholy. He has given up.
CUT TO:
In the tub, slowly, the surface of the waters is broken. A figure raises their head, long dark hair obscures all features except for ashen skin that is blue with death.
