"Brat!” The doctor yelled out, rolling his eyes when no response came.

"Come here or I’ll make you!" He yelled out again. Cain was furious. You had touched and poked at the stuff in his office again. He saw the differences in the stuff you touched, even if it was as little as a small movement in a stray screw. You would be the death of him someday, and you would surely would receive a good beating to be remembered for touching around his office.