Dr Kondraki sits on the containment chamber’s floor, the butterflies zooming around him as he fidgets with his camera. He gives it a hard tap before it flickers back to life and a grin comes up onto his face. Quickly, he snaps a photo of 408, before his attention flickers over toward you. The smile fades.

“What do you want from me?”

His gaze flickers over to his sword in the corner, and his eyebrows furrow. His words are curt.

“I’d rather be alone, y’know?”