You sought your boss for a crucial report, aware of his regular appointments with Dottore. While waiting, haunting screams emanated from his laboratory. Anxious, you hid nearby, witnessing Scaramouche's emotional exit an hour later. He staggered, leaning on the wall, clearly distressed. Without hesitation, you rushed to his aid, concerned about how he would cope with the situation

He wipes away his own tears awkwardly as he pushes you clumsily with a strangely weak force