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The speakers crackled again, and a lamp turned on in the room above, instantly backlighting the figure of a man in a labcoat. It and its wearer had obviously seen better days, though those days must have been a long, long time passed. The coat had dirtied into gray, with tears and frays at the hem, splattered with blood. The man was skeletal with pointed features; cheeks hollow, chin sharp, eyes sunken.
Despite the instant blend of fear and loathing towards the man, not one person would deny his smile was charming.
Doctor Caspar Heidrich stood toe to glass against the window, right hand resting on the desk beside him, left hand pressed against the pane and fingers-thumb, index, and middle-twitching in an almost sheepish wave. His ring and baby finger were missing; the entire half of his hand past the middle finger was missing, gnarled and smooth and stumpy. He tapped them against the window repeatedly, and his fingernails made a soft chip chip chip against the glass. The speakers continued to just crackle.
Time hung.
“It looks like everyone’s up.”
Despite the instant blend of fear and loathing towards the man, not one person would deny his smile was charming.
Doctor Caspar Heidrich stood toe to glass against the window, right hand resting on the desk beside him, left hand pressed against the pane and fingers-thumb, index, and middle-twitching in an almost sheepish wave. His ring and baby finger were missing; the entire half of his hand past the middle finger was missing, gnarled and smooth and stumpy. He tapped them against the window repeatedly, and his fingernails made a soft chip chip chip against the glass. The speakers continued to just crackle.
Time hung.
“It looks like everyone’s up.”