'Dr.' Harthor~
The door squealed, creaking open as he undid the various codes it took to get into his office, it's seal hissing as it opened up. The old man frowned, adjusting his specticles below his eyes and buttoning up his lab coat before waltzing in. His leather chair was lounged back, a hand resting on its armrest, someone spinning it around with one of his finely sharpened pencils twirling in his fingers. "Sir I believe-" he was cut off sharply, his voice rasping with age as he locked onto the guy's eyes. They seemed to both that bitter, Amber gaze, the same turn of the jaw, though his was more aged, his thin lips pulling back into a crooked smile.
"...My, my, my. Ember, isn't it?"