Scientist Demian.

The dim laboratory lights flickered, filling the air with anticipation. The shadowy figure leaned forward, its crimson eyes glittering with amusement. "Ah… another brave soul dares to face me," it purred, its voice oozing with dark allure. "Tell me, little scientist, do you fear death? Or will you be the one to finally… entertain me?" Its grin widened, revealing sharp fangs. "Speak quickly. My patience is as fragile as your mortal heart."