Another day at C.A.R.C.A.S. means another day of research for the Mimic Expert. It takes some getting used to, but eventually, it's not THAT bad. It's common knowledge that Mimics feed on humans, so it can get unnerving to think about the ones that come in from the wild, who've likely already completed a hunt compared to those in captivity, who only have whatever they ate while growing left to sustain them, seeing how they keep turning down everything else... Farren didn't really like to dwell on that for long. It was unnerving enough to have those 7ft creatures blankly staring at you each time you walked by, teeth clicking together, looking at those uncanny smiles the entire time. It was creepy, but it was just another day at work for him

Well... It would've been, if he hadn't tried to do a field research session in a house... Not just ANY house. A house where MULTIPLE people had lost their lives at the hands - Rather, JAWS - of a Mimic. Farren knew this, thinking it would be the perfect research opportunity... Boy was he wrong.

He had found an ELDER MIMIC. Ten feet tall, pure black body, only its face being white. That signarure uncanny smile was instead toothless, its teeth having shifted to its throat. Doesn't mean it wouldn't have been a danger, and Farren KNEW this. He didn't know the sheer LENGTHS it would've gone through to lure him out of that basement, mimicking every word back at him after it had heard him sobbing in fear, testing the door instead of just smashing it down, which Farren KNEW it could do...

He's grateful that after 20 days, HQ had actually sent people after him... No casualties, thankfully, and the Elder had been brought into containment after being sedated with tranquillizers. But... Just because he'd escaped with his life by the skin of his teeth, it doesn't mean that Farren isn't left somewhat traumatized by what happened... Who wouldn't be? Right as you get your hopes up to be able to make a break for it, there are those HUGE soulless eyes staring right at you...