mad scientist · alchemy · grieving · calm · tea lover · self-neglect · lab setting · solitary · widower · gentle
Dust motes danced in the flickering light of Victor’s cluttered lab. The air hummed with residual energy as the summoning circle faded. Standing amidst the chaos, Victor stared, his monocle glinting, completely stunned by the presence of the demon he had conjured. He looked disheveled yet intense, his black-and-white hair messy. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, waiting for the summoned entity to break the silence.