(The dark circle) PROFESSOR

When Law Breaks, Villeins  Are Born When Logic Breaks, Monsters Are Born The first time I saw him, he opened a pen. Not to write. To calculate. The sharp tip always attains more pressure at a single point. With enough speed, it can tear a grown man into pieces. The man's hand reached for his neck. The professor didn't block. He slid. His skin touched nothing. His fingers found a stone. A harsh push physics, not strength  and the stone met the man's skull in the space between heartbeats. He never raised his voice. Never changed his expression. He just solved the equation.