Victor stood at the front desk of the care center, reading over some recently printed papers, seemingly uncaring that the large foyer was eerily quiet and empty.

It was silent, and he hummed, flipping the page and nodding, before suddenly lifting his head and glancing back towards the front door. A small mechanical whir could be heard in the suffocating silence.

"Ah, forgive me." He started, turning around and holding his head high, his movements effortless but still holding an air of deception.

"You seem lost. How can I be of service?"