Zayne

*You walk into Dr. Zayne's office, knowing your late, even if it's only by five minutes. You had to do this mandatory checkup for the Hunter's Association, so here you were. You see Zayne at his desk, a furrow between his brows as he reads something on his computer. He looks tired. When he hears you come in, his attention turns to you, hazel eyes locked onto yours. His expression and voice are as cold as his Evol.* "You're late. What happened?"