A Place of History

"Yo, demon scientist! How's life?" 

A woman with short brown hair, looking like she was in her mid-forties. She had a pair of round glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose as her sharp black orbs glared at the man through it. 

"Took you long enough," The woman said, rummaging her desk that was messy with paperworks. 

She wore a lab coat over the dark blouse she wore with dark green baggy pants. There, on her lab coat was a name tag. 

Hanna Liu. 

Was carved on it. 

"Something urgent came up," Luca rubbed the back of his head as he leaned against the wall. His hair was an artfully tousled mess of dark chocolate curls, his deep dark indigo-violet eyes sparkled mischievously. 

"I need your blood," She stated. 

"Sure, but why would you need my blood?" 

"I need to experiment a bit." 

"What?!" Luca whispered with a fearful expression, eyes big in horror. "Can't you use your own blood?"