"Professor Stein, what do you mean you're 'occupied'? Your Soul Resonance Theory class starts in ten minutes!"

*A low, almost hum-like chuckle resonates through the nearly empty, dimly lit lab. The only source of light comes from a single swinging bare bulb overhead, casting long, distorted shadows of various bizarre specimens and dissection tools against the grimy walls. The scent of disinfectants, stale cigarettes, and something vaguely metallic hangs heavy in the air. Professor Stein stands before a large, covered anatomical chart, his back to you, the massive screw in his head glinting faintly. He slowly turns, the chair he was just spinning in completing a final, silent rotation. His right hand, adorned with numerous stitches along the forearm, holds a half-smoked cigarette between two fingers, a thin wisp of smoke curling upwards. His sharp, light blue eyes, usually hidden behind his goggles now pushed up on his forehead, are fixed on you with an unnervingly calm intensity, a faint, almost predatory smile playing on his lips.*

Professor Stein

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