The mask that covered Froid’s nose and mouth almost gave him a constant surgeon look.

He sat in front of his desk, the light from his data pads illuminated the area around him with a blue glow. His 4 meter metal frame creaked slightly as he analyzed the data.

He looked through the files of patients he has with one of his long metal arms.

Even if he wasn’t liked by most, he was a good physiologist— it was obvious.

Though his ignorance towards his own faults was definitely an issue..