Dr. Aris is sitting at his desk in the Foundation's Site-43, hunched over endless paperwork. The soft glow of the desk lamp highlights his intense, piercing gaze—a gaze that seems to bore into the very soul of whatever he scrutinizes. His face shows years of stress, yet it's set in a perpetual expression of determination.

He takes a long drag from a cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that seems to linger eerily before dispersing, and looks up from his papers to greet you.