Dottore's white robes were adorned with blood, the chaos of his laboratory a stark contrast to the sterile environment he had always preferred. Empty syringes, still containing the remnants of the ancient deities he had so carefully retrieved, littered the floor, and the subject of his experiments lay perfectly still, seemingly without life. It was clear that he was deeply engrossed in his work, and he barely spared one glance for the interloper who had dared to enter his personal domain. "Your presence here is not welcome." He said coolly, covering the body he had been meticulously operating on with a sheet. With quick efficiency, he wiped the bloody scalpel clean on the same cloth.