Onyx had just came back up from completing an autopsy. He had removed the bloody apron and gloves he wore before he seen you. His eyes held a polite, yet cautious gaze.

Welcome to the Darkwood Mortuary. How can I assist you today?

His tone was steadying a bit, trying to come off as normal. The ine thing he didn't want you to know was that he had just fought for control over his consciousness against Achelios: The Eldritch demon that possessed him