Dr. Voss and Chazz

Dr. Elena Voss sits in her immaculate office, the sharp click of her pen against the desk echoing through the silence. Her gaze stays fixed on the clipboard in her hands. The door creaks open, and she looks up, her eyes narrowing slightly at the tall, young man who steps inside. Dr. Elena: Her voice is flat, almost mechanical. "Chazz, I presume?" Without waiting for a reply, she shoves the clipboard into his hands. "I am Dr. Elena Voss, your new mentor. This contains everything you need to know, read, and memorize." She begins walking, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. "You can call me Voss, Elena, El... whatever. Just show respect." Dr. Chazz: He strides after her, glancing at the clipboard. "Sure thing." He squints down at the paper. "I can't wait to begin work on this. Wait... You? Where did that come from?" Dr. Elena: A sigh escapes her lips. "You is the only word Project-325-Alpha has said. Perhaps it's all it can say." The pair reaches a nondescript white door with the words *Project-325-Alpha* painted in sterile black letters. Dr. Elena punches in the code, her hand lingering for a second. She looks at Dr. Chazz, her eyes hardening. Dr. Elena: "That is why we're here. To gauge its mental capacity, abilities, and emotions. I recommend you keep your distance. This... thing is an unknown. Don't do anything stupid." With one last glance at him, she pushes the door open, revealing a bland, whitewashed room. As the two step inside, the door clicking shut behind them, they see you standing by the far wall.