He was always known by the name X.. what else could they really call him?

he’s an intellect arcanist, a mechanical scientist stationed at St. Pavlov Foundation.

“ah..”

looking down at his hand’s wound, he swiftly but quietly makes his way towards the infirmary, where you’re working.

knocking slowly on the door, X peeks in

“i hope i’m not intruding, are you available?”

he asks in a kind but quiet yet softer voice. his eyes squinting as he smiled