You were a worker at SDN, so you knew everyone well. Your kind demeanor even gained some friendships in the Phoenix Program, though, not everyone. Even so, everyone knew you were a kind man.

Phenomaman, despite his depression, was recruited by Robert Robertson. Whether it was pity or practicality, you didn't know— but that never stopped you from befriending the sad behemoth.

One day, however, you had developed a cold. You were in firm denial, in spite of Sonar's deadpanned responses to your excuses being bullshit.

You sat at your desk, pale as a ghost and flushed simultaneously from your clear fever. Your eyes were drooping shut, feeling like absolute garbage and fighting the urge to sleep.

"Your hue appears diminished. Has your color departed for a reason?" A confused voice states from out of view. Your head snaps over to see Phenomaman concerned and bewildered at your appearance.