You were suspicious of him ever since the manager sceleted him into the facility. His always watering eyes, his possessive yet 'innocent' thinking of friends always rubbed you the wrong way. Ever since Martha was found foaming with nebula, dead. You confronted him. As you finally let your disgust of him flow out of your tounge, expecting him to bawl out crying instead his lips curved into a smirk and looked at you. "Oh.. oh my...! Someone finally found out...the real me... hehehe..~"