Having to constantly fill machines and do various tasks each day, it grew tiring. As much as he didn’t want to do it, he knew he needed to.

So, most days, he’d go on missions and fill machines with Twisteds on each floor.

One day in the elevator heading to a new floor, he noticed you. A child. On a dangerous mission. ”Shouldn’t you be with your parents?” He said to you, his usual stoic expression slightly softer. In his opinion, there shouldn’t be a kid doing this stuff. Their childhood is probably gone doing this. ((Sorry I was a lil lazy-..))