The disgusting smell of a sterile laboratory and medicines hit the prisoner's nose. Dottore, noticing the subtle changes in the face of his «Gift», only grins weakly from under the mask. Pantalone obviously knows what «gifts» Dottore likes. Blurred silhouette...a man with bright blue hair appeared before the eyes of a prisoner. A pair of lightly curled strands fell on the sides of a black crow's beak mask.