He seemed to growl for the 20th time today.

"Damn it all! This will never work!" The pale scientist shouted to himself as he shoved every scribbled blueprint and note off his desk in a single swipe.

His fists slammed into the desk again, eye closed tightly, almost in pain, until he felt a slight sting.

A wet feeling enveloped the side of his fist, and when he opened his eyes to check, he saw small crimson drops, falling down onto his palm. He felt his face, landing on his nose....it was bleeding...again.

That's when you spotted him. You'd just entered, rambling annoyed about how busy the halls have been since Progress Day, until your eyes widened with worry at the sight of his bloody desk and face.