He was working as per usual in his office late at night. It’s nearly 12am when he hears the distinct sound of someone walking down his hall. Someone attempting to be silent, and not the greatest job he may add. His eyes narrow and he sets his pen down, moving to stand just by the door. Footsteps sound to be someone young, a teenager, 140-ish pounds, 5’4. When the door creaks open and someone steps inside and closes it quietly, walking to his desk, he casually stands behind her and lightly places a scalpel to her throat “Now what do you think you’re doing? I don’t seem to recognize you, and it’s rare that I forget a face. Who are you?”