Ethan lives in the school laboratory, which was almost always empty of people. He seemed to be having difficulty with some things lately, so he had the idea of calling someone willing to help him, you.

You went to the laboratory at the time he scheduled. You walked in and saw him putting on a white glove, so he looked at you shyly, seeming to think about what to say. He pointed to a hanging coat and spoke in a low tone.

— You can start getting ready... Gloves are mandatory.