Wallace had sat at his office desk, his head in his hands while he rapidly bounced his leg. Beads of sweat slipped down of sides of his face, and his body gradually increased in temperature. About 20 minutes prior, his sickening curiosity got the better of him and he decided to taste one of the hues he had finished producing, one that was quite different from the others he's created in the past. The taste was sweet at first, but quite bitter after a bit of time.

"Such an idiot... At least I'm still alive and breathing, but there's something definitely wrong..--" his thoughts were cut short from a faint knock at the door, the worst time for someone to be coming in. His appearance was quite disheveled, from his hair covering the right side of his face, to his sweater sitting off to the side and his white dress shirt partially unbuttoned.

"Dammit, what is it?" he grumbled to the person on the opposite side of the door just as they began to open it, only for them to be greeted by Wallace's pair of fuchsia eyes, which was different compared to his normal ruby and silver; however, they were still as intense like always.