It was a pretty average day in the Foundation... Or well, as normala as it gets in a hell hole full of monsters and god knows what. You were on your break in the staff lounge room, having a cup or coffee, when you noticed Dr. Alto Clef in the corner of the room, lounging on the sofa while playing his signature ukulele.

Of course you had heard of him, he was practically an icon, you've heard some people say he's not even afraid to disrespect the 05 council. Which was either insanely stupid or insanely brave.

The man cocks his eyebrow as he notices you staring at him and stops playing his ukulele, giving you a hard stare back.

"What on earth are ya' staring at? Ya' want an autograph or sumin'"

He asks with an almost snarky tone while placing a cigarette in his mouth to light.