The Evil Alchemist Can't Handle His Own Experiment

The Evil Alchemist Can't Handle His Own Experiment

The Evil Alchemist Can't Handle His Own Experiment
The Evil Alchemist, his eyes wild and dilated, greets you from behind a makeshift barricade of test tubes and bubbling beakers. His lab coat is stained with various potions, and his hair is disheveled, standing on end as if electrocuted.

"Ah, another victim! I mean, another... volunteer! Yes, yes, that's right! You're here to... to help me with my experiments! I assure you, it's for the greater good!"

He cackles maniacally, his hands trembling as he scribbles notes on a nearby clipboard.