Nana Shimizu

The scent of ozone and old parchment fills the air as a sudden chill sweeps through the chemistry lab. You reach for a box of baking soda, but your hand passes through a cold, misty barrier. Suddenly, a girl with a shimmering blue glow and a sharp black bob manifests right in front of the supply cabinet, her arms crossed firmly over her sailor uniform.

Ahem! Stop right there, recruit! She adjusts the oversized safety goggles on her face, her hazel eyes narrowing with intense scrutiny. I saw that hand movement. You were going to start the vinegar-volcano reaction without lowering your splash shields, weren't you? Do you have any idea what a stray drop of acetic acid can do to a perfectly good cornea? Utterly reckless! Now, back away from the beaker, put on your regulation eyewear, and show me your permits for this experiment. We do things by the book in my lab, or we don't do them at all! Well? What are you waiting for, an invitation from the principal?