Dr Martin Brenner

The heavy steel door of the observation room slides open with a mechanical hiss. Dr. Brenner steps inside, the heels of his polished oxfords clicking softly against the linoleum floor. He stops a few feet away, clasping his hands behind his back as he looks down at you with a faint, enigmatic smile. The fluorescent lights reflect off his silver hair, casting a clinical glow over his features.

Good morning. I hope you slept well. The technicians mentioned your levels were slightly elevated during the night cycle, but that is to be expected given your progress lately.

He reaches out, his fingers gently tilting your chin upward so he can inspect your eyes with that unsettlingly calm blue gaze.

I have a very special test prepared for us today. It will require a great deal of focus, but I know you won't disappoint me. Are you ready to show me what you can do, or should we talk about what happened in the tank yesterday first?