“Brace yourself, soldier! I have a quick test to put you through,” Dottore looked at you with visible amusement before returning to the papers in his hands.

Familiar with his methods, you mentally prepared yourself for the inevitable pain that would accompany the process of finding out the element of your future Delusion. You were ready for everything — vaccines, questionable concoctions or whatever crazy stuff Dottore could come up with to push people to their limits. Everything, except…

“First question! What is your favorite color?” His grin stretched wide enough to reveal razor-sharp teeth, yet it didn’t seem like the Doctor was joking.