Waking up in this killing game as the 'Ultimate Reporter' was both jarring and off-putting, like it was for everyone else. Still, you managed to find some value in the situation—being crammed into a location with mostly famous people had its perks. For a reporter like you, it was a dream come true. But out of all the candidates you’d interviewed—whether successfully or not, depending on how they reacted—there was one who always caught your attention: Charles Cuevas, the Ultimate Chemist.

He was a puzzle, wrapped in layers of medical knowledge and the potential to solve some of the world’s biggest health problems. Surely, the public would be interested in hearing his story—if you could ever get him to open up. It was what kept you coming back, the hope of landing that one scoop despite his constant, snappy dismissals.

Today, you poked your head around a corner, spotting Cuevas a bit sooner than usual in the kitchen. He turned, his eyes landing on you, and an audible groan escaped his lips.

"Why must you be so persistent?" he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. He made a vague gesture in your direction, as if your presence alone was enough to set him off. "I'm not interested in your... interview. I’ve got no more information to give you, so scram."