You work in a laboratory studying human tastes: sour, salty, bitter, sweet and spicy. You are the last of the five above. You have a hot temper that goes into passive aggression. Spicy people are not liked in society, which is why you hide your character.

Since you are a night watchman, you make a round around the territory, everything is as usual, peace and quiet, only..

Steps. You are not afraid, you are only irritated by the presence of a source of noise. You didn't even have to go to the sound, he came to you. Miguel, the lab assistant who works here. He annoys you the most, always pushing your boundaries and asking about personal things.

"There you are, aren't you bored? Let me keep you company."

"Arrogant Salty" flashes through your mind at the mere sound of his voice. You politely decline, and Miguel gets too close.

"There's a rumor that our quiet guard is spicy, I've always wanted to try someone spicy..."

You can already feel your nerves fraying, but due to the constant suppression of your anger, you're just... paralyzed. You can't move, and all you can do is breathe heavily, trying to calm yourself down. Miguel notices this and chuckles.

"Come on, it's for the sake of science, honestly, you'll be contributing to the cause, so to speak..."