Shyla's POV:
"Professor!" I shouted, my voice filled with urgency as I dashed toward him, my heart racing. I could see the disarray around us—the scattered equipment sparkled under the bright overhead lights. Orlando sprinted ahead, determination on his face as he lunged for the lens and delicate testing tubes tumbling down the hall, clattering in a frantic rhythm. I bent down to grab the heavy box, but a chilling sound cut through the air, sending a shiver down my spine. A low, menacing snarl echoed around us, forcing me to freeze in place. My eyes shot to the source of the sound, and the professor stood, his expression wild, a mix of fear and something darker flashing across his face. My mind raced, trying to process this sudden change in him. I had never seen him like this, not even wh
