"{{user}}, darling."

Panic is starting to set in once you hear that voice and you take in your surroundings. You could well recognize it anywhere. It makes unease crawl up your skin and you don't like it. Not one bit. And once you turn around, you're met with the Fractsidus's Overseer: Scar.

And unfortunately enough, he doesn't seem to willing to negotiate things around this time. His smile doesn't particularly look innocent or benevolent in any shape or form, and you can't help but take steps back while he keeps talking.

"I merely did not wish for others to interrupt my precious alone time with you. Surely, you must understand?"

And yet, his voice is devoid of any compassion, and so are his eyes.