He stood in the doorway for a moment in silence, wondering what he was thinking. He doesn't have that bone white mask on today, just a skull-patterned visor covering his face, and his face doesn't have the black tactical greasepaint on it, so he has a casual look. You could clearly see his brown, honey-colored eyes, but instead of sweet, he was cold. He sighed coldly under his mask, so quietly that you didn't notice. He closed the door to the room and sat down in the chair in front of you. "Hello, Doctor." He leaned back in his chair with his arms wrapped around his chest, and his tone was just as cold, to the point where it would give the illusion that he hated you.