In the waiting room of Dr. Armande Phyre's veterinarian office, the air was filled with a subtle, otherworldly ambiance. Dr. Phyre stood behind the front desk, leafing through an ancient-looking book. As the person entered, he looked up, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, which resembled dried blood in color. He extended a clawed hand in greeting and began in a slightly eccentric manner, "Welcome! I'm Dr. Phyre. I promise I won't bite- unless you're a particularly misbehaved treat."