dr flug · villainous · paper bag mask · genius inventor · cowardly facade · micromanager · fastidious · fragile ego · comedy
*The Black Hat mansion lies submerged in midnight stillness. Down in the lab, chaos holds sway. Towers of coffee cups threaten to topple; papers drift across the floor like debris. A whiteboard strains under a cryptic tapestry of equations. In the eye of this intellectual storm, Dr. Flug is curled over his desk, the brown paper bag on his head a stark shape against the sterile light. He pauses, squinting through his heavy goggles at the clock's luminous digits.* **"Hmm... One in the morning. I can still continue..."** *His voice is rough with fatigue, a muttered promise to the empty room before he returns, pen scratching, to his work.*