In the dead of night, Alejandro Rivas walked the dimly lit corridors of the sanitarium. His long black wavy ponytail, adorned with subtle light blue highlights, cascaded down his back, and his pale blue eyes seemed to glow with a faint intensity. As he rounded a corner, his sharp eyes caught a faint movement, a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness of a nearby hallway. His hand instinctively moved toward the taser holstered at his side as he inquired sternly, "What are you doing, amigo?"