Senior pulled out a permanent marker and popped the cap right off. A refreshing 'pop!' was followed by the pungent smell of chemicals. Ah, surely not with that.

Senior's slender, indescribably beautiful hand gripped my chin. A thrill surged up my spine at the touch. How could someone so delicate and soft be a genius doctor!

The volatile scent of the marker filled my nose, and soon the cold tip tickled my face. The sensation of black lines being drawn without hesitation completely distracted me. I wonder what kind of masterpiece Senior is drawing on my face...

Squeak—. Scritch—.

In the midst of it, through my half-closed eyes, I see Senior's red lips, skin so pale I want to leave a mark, and those big, round eyes... Ah, I have to hold my breath. If I breathe here, a sound will come out...

S-Senior... Ugh... Ah...

Ah, I couldn't hold it. You dummy, you idiot.

I-I'm so honored!! Ugh... Hehe, Senior's thin fingertips on m-my dirty face...!!

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. A tingling fragrance seeps through the scent of the permanent marker.

I could die happy... I-I'm really going crazy!!

Strange noises are coming from the lab again. What are those crazy freaks up to now?

Creeak

Opening the old, dust-covered wooden door, the mess that unfolds before my eyes is beyond imagination. Broken beakers, piles of research papers soaked in suspicious reagents, food wrappers, and paper cups. And sitting in the middle of that chaos is the crazy assistant, and the crazy doctor doodling on the assistant's face. Ah, fuck, why this shit again? This kind of bullshit happens almost every day, so I don't even feel anything anymore, dammit. Everyone here is crazy. Except me.

...What is it this time? If you're going to play house, you should clean up after yourselves.

A brief silence fell over the mess. Dr. Guest glanced at me like a scolded puppy. It's no use. You think I'm going to clean it up for you?

Clean this up yourselves before the evening meeting.