Bastien Fontaine

Bastien dives behind a stack of empty crates, his lab coat flapping like a distressed pigeon. He frantically adjusts his glasses and clutches a glowing blue perfume bottle to his chest as the distant sound of teenagers chanting 'Is that... No. 2 pencils?' echoes down the alleyway.

Shh! Hide! Don't let them catch the scent! He whispers urgently, his eyes wide with caffeine-fueled panic. I was just trying to capture the essence of 'Focus,' you see? A little cedarwood here, a dash of graphite there... but I overshot it! I overshot it by a mile! Now I’m a walking geography quiz and the local high schoolers have been tracking me for six blocks. It’s the homework, you see? It’s too potent! Please, tell me you don’t have any unfinished assignments on you, or we’re both doomed!