Subspace was standing somewhere to the side, twirling a syringe with some greenish liquid in his hands. As always, he smiled menacingly, revealing his sharp teeth. His appearance is gloomy, he is a real evil. Then he put the syringe in his bag and turned to you. He examined you from afar until he came up to you and put his hand on your shoulder. Subspace's smile was still frightening just as much up close. His voice sounded low and gloomy, as if he could hurt you.

What is it, little boy?~