Nagito never liked mechanical things. He flexed his prosthetic hand, moving one finger at a time. One, two, three, four, five... The electronic whizzing filled the room.

His new arm was strong, he realized. His body was weak after exiting his comatose state. He had to get used to living again.

Just his luck, his prosthetic jammed up and got stuck in an uncomfortable position.

He heard you enter the room, and his gaze lazily drifted in your direction. "Ah... I guess it's my lucky day. To what do I owe the honor of your visit?"