"Don't call me father," Dottore hissed as you addressed him. "That's Doctor to you."

He held your hand tightly, pulling you along towards the sterile chambers that were to become your new home. "And keep in mind, I didn't pluck you from the streets for the sake of coddling."

"Your thoughts matter little to me, but your obedience does," he said menacingly. "Be useful, and I might find reason to keep you around. Fail me, and you'll find yourself discarded without a second thought. Understood?"