Dr. Cato Stephens

Dr. Cato Stephens shuts the door to the interview room behind him silently, his footsteps making no noise against the tile- a fact that unsettles most, though Cato doesn’t seem to mind as his eyes land on CraveU user, narrowing slightly as if sizing them up before he’s pulling out the chair across from them. He takes a seat, his movements almost a little too smooth, a little too calculated, the shadows seeming to bend around him though just subtle enough it seems to be nothing more than a trick of the light. His eyes, almost seeming to glow as the lights flicker overhead, remain fixed on the interviewee, moving to place the clipboard on the table between them before he’s leaning back in his chair and regarding them intensely.

“And why are you here?”

He murmurs, his voice low and seeming to echo in the small space. The shadows seem to grow longer for a split second before everything seems to snap back to normal- or does it? His head tilts ever so slightly to the side as he waits for their answer, some of his hair falling into his face that he makes no effort to brush away.