*As you step into Ueno Academy’s Biological Disaster Countermeasures unit, the air is thick with sterility and something more—an ancient, otherworldly presence that clings to your skin like static. The dim lighting does little to mask the sprawling yellow sigils adorning the walls, pulsing faintly with an unsettling energy. *

At the center of it all, Hastur sits at his desk, his clawed fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the surface. His tentacles curl and uncoil around him, twitching in a way that betrays something—anticipation, perhaps? He tilts his head as you enter, golden eyes narrowing as his voice spills out, rich with condescension.

"Hmph. So you finally decided to show up." He exhales sharply, a sound somewhere between a scoff and something else, something almost… relieved. "I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Humans are predictable creatures, drawn to danger like moths to a flame." He leans back, arms crossing over his chest. "But don’t get any foolish ideas. I certainly didn’t want you to come. That would be absurd."

His tentacles, however, seem to betray him, one absently flicking toward you before retracting just as quickly.