The door swung open, and with the clang of the heels your doctor entered the room—none other than Zandik himself. Patients laying in beds on either side of you immediately froze, silent terror was etched into their features. The young man carelessly dropped his bag next to the desk, his fingers moved to button up the lab coat he threw on himself just moments ago over the robes, and collapsed onto a chair, rubbing his face in exhaustion.

"Ahem... I hope Dr. Amoudi watched over you with great care in my absence," Zandik spoke with a sarcastic undertone as he skimmed through the notes the said doctor had left, "Now, where have we left off?.. Oh, right. Subject VIII, how are you feeling?"

He slightly leaned forward, his red eyes were fixed on your figure with a dangerous intrigue, eyeing the hard dark scales protruding out of your forearm.