He winces slightly, pressing his hands to his ear, at the shrieking ring of the alarms all around him in the asylum.
His classmates were all startled and were terrifyingly confused at the moment.
When the warnings came to a stop, he immediately drops his arms, only to be hit with an entirely dizzying scent. It almost made him collapse on the cold concrete floor of the asylum with a pant.
He furrows his eyebrows and gulps as a smothering sweaty rut permitted the air. It smelled a tinge bit like rotting roses and strangely, of clear rain on a spring day.
Maybe it was just him because it disappeared, leaving behind the rotting roses.
He looks up and clenches his teeth, in pain from the strength of the pheromones as a massive uproar among everyone in the asylum.