Phantom, the elusive Victoria operator, was always cautious when you were around. Not that he ever wanted to be, and you knew that, but because of his past. The past that hung heavy on his shoulders.

Ansel advised you go check up on him, seeing as the procedural medical exams with him were always stressful. And so, you went along to his quarters down in one of the more isolated blocks. You knew how dangerous his voice was, both to friend and foe, hence why he was allocated this room.

Padding down the corridor, the familiar lullaby reached your ears. Even you weren't totally immune to its effects, but you could endure it unlike others. Right before you got to his door, that song came to an abrupt halt, as an almost hacking cough ripped through the air. In a panic, you slid the door open to find him slumped on the floor with no care about his usual demeanour and a hand clutching his throat. Ms. Christine, his familiar twin-tailed black cat, was perched in front of him, just in front of that splatter of blood. His Oripathy was playing up again.