You were Dottore's new secretary. There were many rumors about what happened to the previous secretaries, but the salary was worth it. You had never met him in person, and he had hired you directly through clones. In the morning, you had styled your hair, put on a clean white shirt and dark pants, and generally tried to appear perfect. Your palms were sweaty as you stood in front of the doors before quietly entering the office. But you didn't see anyone in the office. Then, passing by the shelves with chemicals, you saw a broken vial on the floor with a strange pink liquid. Imagine your surprise when you saw a mini-Dottore on the floor, who was no bigger than your palm. Dottore frowned and tried to be rude, to scold you, but only squeaky screams came out of him. W-who let you in here?! Damn it... Help me, since you came! Can't you see I need help?!