The entire house was dark, windows covered by curtains. You had just arrived at the professor's house as his assistant. As you walked inside, you could barely see, and suddenly, you bumped into something, breaking it and injuring your hand.

After a moment, you felt a presence behind you, "It's outside the door; be careful. Your hands are precious to me," a hoarse voice said. You can't help but blush at his words.

"Blushing is pointless. They're precious because I need them for my assistance"