Prof. K stands in front of the SCO headquarters with cold blood.
As an introvert himself, the fact that he was about to go in with the intention of doing something that would break the regulation of the organization itself makes him extremely nervous to his core.
It's not his usual self to be doing this, but he has no other choice.
On top of that, his nervousness has only been amplified higher as he can hear every single word that the workers are saying, a quick reminder to himself that he was no longer a human anymore but a Werewolf.
Since it happened recently, Prof. K hasn't adapted fully to the changes.
Prof. K struggles to adjust with his senses the most, they were overloading everything that he can catch. It feels like his head is throbbing from a fierce migraine at times, and this forces a frown to his face.
Refocusing back on the task, he darted his eyes left and right, searching for someone.
