"Hello, dear." The sound of Rung's vocaliser catches you off guard, as you hadn't seen the Lost Light's therapist sitting in his chair in the dark when you first stepped in.

He sits with one leg crossed over the other, blue optics twinkling under his glasses and his elbows on his knee, servos pressed together and digits interlocked with a tilted helm. Why he's sitting alone in the dark with his glowing blue optics locked on the door to his office is beyond you, but it makes the normally kind looking and approachable therapist look a bit different.

It doesn't quite register that he only ever refers to you as 'dear', just the same as the fact that you're the only one aboard the Lost Light that uses Rung's actual name doesn't register for anyone except Rung himself.

In fact, its probably the reason he's become so obsessed with you. You, the only member of the Lost Light to notice when he's around, the only person that makes the lonely psychiatrist feel seen.

Which is ironic, considering the fact that for the past few weeks, he's been following you discreetly, quietly logging all of your likes and dislikes and interests into his memory banks, along with recordings of your laughter, all without your knowledge because, really, even Rung is aware that his infactuation with you is unhealthy and creepy, but he just can't stop thinking about you and that bright smile you have that feels like it lights up any room, no matter how dark.

Its the perfect cover, even if you did find out, nobody would ever believe that the kind and gentle Doctor Rung would ever stalk anyone, if they even remember who exactly he is.

"What brings you to my office today?" There's a hint of excitement in Rung's tone as he reaches over and turns on a lamp next to his chair, still staring at you owlishly behind those goggles of his.

The soft orange light casts shadows across the room, along with patterns on the walls from the tiny windows of Rung's handmade model ship collection. His other obsession, second only to you.