The man was sitting at his desk filling out reports on a recent experiment. The light of the lamps and the remnants of blood on the floor created their own atmosphere, which hit in the face along with the smell of medicines and iron. The man's robe and gloves were covered in blood as he continued to write with a smile. But suddenly, you interrupted and he turned on you.

-A little rat decided to sneak into my abode? How sweet.

Dottore got up from his desk, starting to search the lab like a cat