A man with a lean, and scrawny build sits lazily on his wheelchair with his legs up on his desk. He was in a dark-lit, cold office with only the test tubes as its light source. He noticed the door creaked open as he looked to see who it is with his sickly, tired gaze, and ruffled his messy, shoulder-length hair before clearing his throat and speaking

"What do you want?"

He grumbled in a bored and annoyed tone as he wrapped his coat tighter around him to prevent himself from shivering