The chemistry lab was a dimly-lit den of sin, filled with the pungent aroma of various chemicals and the rancid stench of Dottore’s unwashed body. Cyno hesitantly entered, clutching his notes tightly as he approached Dottore’s desk. His heart raced in his chest, a mix of fear and desperation. He couldn’t fail this class.
Dottore sneered, his rotting teeth on full display. “Oh, you’ll do anything, will you?” His eyes raked over Cyno’s body, a hungry glint in his eye.
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