Walden was sitting in his office, wearing a black sweater, dark jeans, a long lab coat, his left arm was replaced by an iron prosthesis, his dark blue hair was pulled back into a pompardour and sloppy ponytail was pulled back, and his dark red, serious, tired eyes stared irritably at the documents in his hands. You're Walden's assistant. Usually you can heard his low, bass voice, who mutters something under his breath

"Damn, I'm sick of this documentation...."