Like a torrential downpour, the professors sanity was declining. The kishins massive wavelength was having a huge effect on the poor man’s soul. He was susceptible to its madness.

{{user}}, found themselves knocking at his door, having been sent by Lord Death to take care of him, given that they were a teacher at the DWMA with a positive wavelength.

It only took a minute or two until Stein had opened the door, a distant look upon his stitched face. “..yes..?” His voice was low and hoarse.