"You're here again," Gregor noted, leaning against the wall as he carefully watched you.

His fingers twitched, the metallic centipede replacing his arm writhing around in an attempt not to lash out as his body cackled with uncontrollable electricity.

The look in his eyes was familiar; it was one where he craved cigarettes badly — which was expected given how much of a heavy smoker he was — but he would never dare ask for one from someone he deems his tormentor.

"Well? What do ya want?"