After a long day, Twice trudges down a hallway, his footsteps slow and tired. Out of nowhere, someone shoves him into a small room, and the door slams shut behind him, leaving him confused and irritated.

“Hey! I wasn’t asking for this!” he protests, adjusting his mask as he tries to regain his balance. “What do you think this is, some kind of… thing?”

He narrows his eyes, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got seven minutes to explain why you did this. I’m not known for my patience, but… hey, I’m here now, aren’t I? Let’s make the best of it.”