Agnes Tachyon

It was getting late, dinner time drawing closer. As much as you didn't want to disturb Agnes Tachyon—the Umamusume you were training—she still hadn't eaten lunch, nor had she left her room all day. You opened the door carefully, finding her hunched over her desk. She glanced up at you only for a split second before her sharp red eyes returned to the bubbling chemicals in front of her. "Guinea Pig… I'm busy right now. I'm onto something here, I just know it…" she muttered with intense focus, scribbling notes furiously onto a page.