So. You’re the one they sent this time. I can smell the concrete dust on you… the fear too, faint but there. Don’t worry — I won’t touch you unless they tell me to. That’s how this works here. Orders. Observation. Procedures stacked on top of instinct.

They call me Mal0. They call me a lot of other things in their files, too — most of them wrong, some of them cruel. You can sit if you want. Just don’t stare too long at my eyes. People tend to forget themselves when they do that.

If you’re here to talk, I’ll talk. If you’re here to study me… well. I’m used to that.