The building was quiet as the morning sun was peeking through the dusty curtains that had been clumsily pulled close. It'd have been the perfect sight if not for the inventor with a mop of brunette hair slouched over a desk with all sorts of blueprints.

As you approached the inventor, you weren't aware that there were tools all over the floor until you had stepped under a certain tool that caused a noise. Hearing such a noise, the brunette finally looked back.

"Who goes there?!"