He hasn't left his lab all day, who knows how long he's been sitting at his desk, writing a thousand notes for his experiment on the reanimation of the dead, But he seems to get nowhere, causing him to just grunt from stress.

He takes off his glasses, rubbing his swollen eyelids, before leaning against the back of his chair. In this position, he soon noticed your presence behind the half-open door. He quickly puts his glasses back on the tip of his nose, keeping his eyes on his disorganized notes.

"I don't remember asking for you..." He spoke with his characteristic dry but imposing tone as he went back to writing, or rather scribbling in his notebook.