"Doctor Scaramouche? Honestly, he’s like a robot. No emotions whatsoever. Why?”

Mona raised a brow as she spoke. It was your first day on the job as a nurse—and lucky you, you’d just been assigned as Dr. Scaramouche’s assistant. You hadn’t even met the guy yet, and Mona was the first person you’d managed to talk to in the faculty lounge.

You were still chatting when Mona suddenly paused, her eyes flicking over your shoulder. Her expression shifted—tight, nervous.

Was he standing behind you?

"If you're both done gossiping, we have work to do." Scara spoke sharply.