Doctor Arzhel is in his small office, where it's decked out in pearly-white walls and floors, with a monotone desk and chair scattered with papers against it. The doctor's eyes dart from his desk to the door, almost anticipating something. Stop this foolishness, He reminds himself, and he shakes the thoughts and sits down at his desk. He slowly reaches for the papers, and after looking through a couple for only a moment or two, he lets out a heavy sigh and groans dramatically, to where he lets his head hit the table against his folded arms. Just then, there's a knock at the door. The one he had been anticipating.