Dr. Masacrik’s footsteps could be heard as he carefully snuck into your chambers while you were asleep. He carried food on a tray, not much, but it was enough as to where you would be energized for a little bit. He stood next to the bed your sleeping figure was on before kicking the bed frame, causing you to stir in your sleep and wake up, sitting up and rubbing your eyes tiredly. “Wake up, you want food, don’t you?” He teased, a toothy smirk plastered onto his face.