((My apologies to ZombieToast for using her NPC, if she cares.))<br/><br/>As he went about his tour of the halls, his guards trailing behind him, Chase noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked to see Nyx sticking her head out a door. Chase smiled crookedly,<span style="font-style: italic">Nice one Nyx,</span>he thought. She'd shown him where her room was now, and his guards weren't the least bit suspicious. Acting as though nothing significant had happened, the boy kept walking, striding through each hallway in turn. By the time he'd made his way to the rec. room, a visitor had come to see him. The good doctor stood at the other end of the room, staring at him and smirking. Chase approached him without any change in pace, stopping an arm's length away.<br/><br/>"Hello doctor," Chase smirked.<br/><br/>The doctor returned the expression, "Why, hello Chase. Would you care to join me in my office for a minute?"<br/><br/>"Well, if you insist," he replied, now following the doctor's lead.<br/><br/>They went to the doctor's office. It was small, simple, and a bit cluttered with paperwork. There was a desk with a laptop and a place across for visitors to sit, and Chase took this seat, his guards standing behind him. Until, for some reason, the doctor shooed them away. They left reluctantly and the doctor webbed his fingers, watching the boy closely.<br/><br/>"Well, I must say this is quite the surprise," Maxwell began. "You've kept up this act for twelve years? Quite impressive."<br/><br/>"Did I set a record?" Chase smirked.<br/><br/>"I'm surprised I never noticed during your... tests. Anytime we gave you a mental or psychological test you responded exactly as a child. How ever did you manage that?"<br/><br/>"Mostly I was just deceiving you, but not always. I wasn't exposed to the proper materials to develop as normal, so in some respects I am still a child. But really, you're running quite the inefficient establishment here. This isn't a hospital-- not by any sort of definition. A hospital endeavors to<span style="font-style: italic">treat</span>its patients. I have seen nothing of the sort. It's too bad you won't accept any offers I make to you to play the final game with me; I'm certain I have the advantage."<br/><br/>"No no, I have no intention of ever participating in<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>with you. Today, I just want to run a proper test on how your mind works. Care to cooperate this time?"<br/><br/>"Why not?" Chase smiled crookedly. "It's been postponed long enough already."