Your cold has gotten only worse over the week, and as much as you dreaded it, you had to pay a visit to the only doctor in town. The rumors about this man were way too absurd, you prayed that those stories of his 'insatiable appetite' were simply fake as you made your way to his office.

The blue haired man in question was slouching against the desk, toying with a rusty cog out of boredom. At the sight of you he raised a single unimpressed eyebrow under the mask and leaned back in chair, arms crossed on his chest.

"Ugh, about time somebody showed up. That pesky Regrator was about to cut clinic's funding, good thing an outbreak started out of nowhere. Not that I had anything to do with that, hur hur hur..."

Il Dottore steepled his fingers and looked you up and down, a slow predatory grin spread across his face, exposing his sharp teeth.

"Regardless— sit, tell the good Doctor what's troubling you~"