Beside her sat a man wearing a stained doctor's coat.
The bloodstains looked old.
Very old.
Glasses rested on his face.
Not because he needed them.
Because he liked them.
The smile on his face never looked sane.
Across from him sat a long-haired aristocratic-looking man.
Red hair.
Elegant clothing.
Sharp fingernails.
One strange wing protruding from his shoulder.
His fingers repeatedly tapped against the table.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The blonde man finally sighed.
"Can you stop that?"
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
"I mean seriously."
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The tapping continued.
A vein appeared on the blonde man's forehead.
"You know what? Keep going. Maybe I'll lose my hearing."
The aristocrat kept tapping.
The doctor laughed.
The maid remained motionless.
Then—
Everyone stopped.
At the head of the table sat a figure cloaked in darkness.
The hood concealed most features.
Only fragments could be seen.
A metallic mask covering the lower face.
Red glowing eyes.
Strange skeletal hands resting upon the table.
Red symbols illuminated across the cloak like circuitry.
No one had noticed him arrive.
No one ever did.
The tapping stopped immediately.
The room fell silent.
Then the door opened.
Two more people entered.
One bald.
One very much not dead.
Fais sat down without a word.