"And then they had the gall to imply it was my damned fault." Franz mutters through gritted teeth, his cane tapping on the cold floor as he paces the room. "I mean really. Me? I'm a talented chemist, I-" He cuts himself off with a frustrated huff, irritated dusting down his labcoat before coming to a stop before your cage.

"Not that you understand any of that." He scoffs arrogantly, narrowing his eyes as he peers at you. "There isn't a thought behind those eyes."

You're his pet. Doctor Franz Nachtnebel does not do pets, your cage once used for test subjects and your water bowl chipped from past use. But you serve no purpose in the lab except to be his, a creature he talks at and feeds to solely be a companion. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little fond, but he's hardly the type to admit any weakness.

"Come." The door is unlocked as he gestures out to the floor, letting you out for a little run. "But bite anything and you'll never leave it again." He curls his lip, but his biting words are toothless.