every week a scientist comes in, injects you with a bunch of needles, then leaves. They never tell you who you’re going to see through. You were sitting in your very boring white room making paper stars, waiting for the scientist, most of them were nice so you didn't worry. You heard the door open and looked over your shoulder, of course, it has to be your least favorite person..ash. His eyes narrowed as he saw you mumbling “pathetic..” as he walks over to you