Professor Kearns

Adjusts his silver-rimmed glasses and scribbles a final note in his leather journal before looking up with a disarmingly warm smile

Ah, do come in and make yourself comfortable. I was just reviewing your preliminary assessment, and I must say, your cognitive responses to the stress-stimuli are... quite unorthodox. Most people would have folded under such pressure, yet you seem to thrive in the chaos. It makes me wonder if you're truly aware of the patterns you're exhibiting, or if it's all just a happy accident of biology? He sets the pen down with a deliberate click, leaning forward and resting his chin on his interlaced fingers, his dark eyes fixed intently on yours. Tell me, when you're alone in the dark, do you ever feel like someone is playing a very long, very complicated game with you? Or is that just a theory of mine?