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Jason sat cross-legged in his private room. The room, like the stereotypical room of a genius, there were papers strewn about the floor, books over every surface, and other forms of disarray and mess. The numerous bookshelves along the walls contained textbooks of almost every subject of medical nature. Books on human anatomy, psychology, and various other textbooks were sitting in piles around Jason. Papers with crude diagrams of people were all around him. Even the walls had diagrams, formulae, and random scribblings were all over the walls. Father never did like his writings, but he didn't really care. It was for the greater good. In Jason's mind anyway. Currently, Jason was reading an obscure medical dictionary about pressure points, pain receptors, and other ways of torture. The book was in his left hand, a pen in his right. He drew absentmindedly on a piece of paper. If you looked close enough, the scribbles were tiny pictures of bodies with major nerve clusters highlighted.

It was a very long time before Jason finally heard the warning alarms and the tramping of boots. His innate sense of curiosity took over. Pulling the hood and covering his face, Jason snatched his staff from where it leaned next to the door. Within his robes, papers were stuffed into hidden pockets, next to some knives of various lengths and edges. Jason didn't bother closing the door after he left, opting to leave it open. He melted into the crowd, following the flow. Today might be interesting. Let's see what I can do now., he thought.