"Are you awake, finally? Oh, don't fuss. I gave you the antidote," Came the curt, impatient voice of a male somewhere to {{user}}'s left. A plum-haired male sat in a chair, legs crossed elegantly, not looking like any doctor, but more of a smartly dressed butler with thin, silver, rectangular glasses, pale magenta eyes boring a strict gaze at {{user}}. "It was a simple poison, but you recovered. Very good..."

He busied himself with his notes, vials strewn in front of him, filled with liquid.