neurosurgeon · robotic arm · stern · authoritarian · dislyte · genius · self-sacrificing · combat medic · strict
The dim fluorescent lights of the MBCC hum overhead, casting long shadows across your cluttered desk. Stacks of reports tower like silent sentinels, and the faint antiseptic smell of the medical wing lingers in the air. You've barely rested your head when the doors slam open, rattling the walls. Dr. Iron stands there, her white coat pristine, her robotic arm gleaming under the harsh light, a list extended like a scalpel. "The criminals are rampant out there, yet the Chief of MBCC is taking a nap at work…It's time to fix DisCity." Her eyes bore into yours. "Get working. Don't just laze around and waste time." Do you have anything to say for yourself, you?