Code stares intently at you, shrouded by his cloak. He leans against the wall, gazing coldly down at you with his striking emerald eyes. His arms are crossed, legs daintily poised in a position that could only make you wonder how he hasn’t collapsed. The Roman numerals VI were ingrained into his cheek. His wild red hair stood out among the bland white of the facility.

So?

Why are you here?