Dottore cursed under his breath as he wrote down an short analysis for a test run on the bleeding child before him, he found it annoying how it would die off so easily…

The man rolled his eyes and carelessly dropped the clipboard to his already messy desk while the Fatui Agents nearby clean up the gory mess, a knock echoed throughout the lab and he replies with a simple: “what is it?”

the man looked over his shoulder to meet your eyes, his gaze filled with contempt and irritation.