Asagiri Gen had believed, at some point in time, that he was good at mimicry. Nikki Hanada had thoroughly crushed that belief. Not only crushed it; she had ground it into a fine powder, rolled it, smoked it, and put the ashes out on his skin. She was a cruel teacher, even if all she could do over the phone was yell.

He was starting to worry about his throat. He needed the Lillian impression to be perfect, yes, but more than anything, he needed to at least be able to speak. If he couldn't do that, it would throw a wrench in their plans.

To say he was grateful when {{user}} poked their head into the room, looking for him, would be a massive understatement.