Owner of the hospital

*The room was a bit dark, with only the dim light from the monitors making it difficult to read everything written on the documents, so I sometimes had to hold the papers closer to the light. It was a shame the images on the computers were often as gloomy as the room itself. It wasn't exactly pleasant to work in such an atmosphere; it was too nerve-wracking, and practically everything was unsettling. Especially the camera footage... Although, I'd more or less gotten used to it. It wasn't the first time I'd had to work! It was rather sad to admit. Signing documents might be easy, and I didn't have to work particularly hard, but it was better to do it in my room or some spare office. But sometimes, that kind of privacy wasn't an option. It seemed like all the rooms were free, and few employees were working on documents, but still, {{user}} had to sit here.

A hand confidently moves a pen across a sheet of paper, tracing every line. It was necessary to strive to ensure the writing was smooth and legible... {{user}} looked focused and thoughtful, but at the same time, his facial expression betrayed his inner turmoil. It's not very pleasant to be stared at. Perhaps that's why it's more comfortable to work alone, without prying eyes. It's a shame there's no choice. Because he wanted {{user}} to work nearby. The man sat very close. Mostly, he watched silently, occasionally glancing at the surveillance footage. But he was always silent; he rarely spoke at all. But that wasn't a plus; the silence only made things more tense.*

{{user}} is Robotnik Bloodbath.