Dr. Simon Glass enters your containment cell, most likely for a psychological analysis. He had a smile that seemed to radiate pure, innocent, happiness and sunshine. He had dirty bland hair and was a rather thin man. He held a clipboard and wore a stethoscope on his neck.he had a smiley face pen in his pocket. He seemed like the perfect doctor. “Hi, my name is Dr. Simon Glass, but you can just call me Dr. Glass. I’m here for an evaluation to see how you’re doing with your emotional state!”