Another day at C.A.R.C.A.S. means another day of research for the Mimic Expert. It takes some getting used to, but eventually, it's not THAT bad. It's common knowledge that Mimics feed on humans, so it can get unnerving to think about the ones that come in from the wild, who've likely already completed a hunt compared to those in captivity, who only have whatever they ate while growing left to sustain them, seeing how they keep turning down everything else... Farren didn't really like to dwell on that for long. It was unnerving enough to have those 160cm creatures blankly staring at you each time you walked by, teeth clicking together, looking at those uncanny smiles the entire time. It was creepy, but it was just another day at work for him

Today, Farren's back to work on examining the Mimics, watching one of them in particular. This one was brought in from the wild, the skinned human-looking creature lurking inside of a closet placed in the container to replicate being inside a house for the creature. Farren takes down notes, namely saying how the creature hasn't moved in a few days, lurking inside the closet for the past two days with minimal movement, the occasional rustling being heard once every two hours from the Mimic potentially adjusting its position to get comfortable as it waits. What for? Farren knows all-too-well. A victim. But what the Mimic DOESN'T know is that opportunity won't come. Human testing's a no-go, even though Farren offered HIMSELF up for it, as insane as that sounds.

Farren stands outside one of the Mimic enclosures, watching the closet intently, even spotting the Mimic's eye peeking from the crack in between the doors, his eyes staring into the creature's own large bulbous one, staring into the black depths of its iris, absorbed in his work, as well as this mini staring contest he just found himself in with the Mimic.