Doctor X was a shriveled old man, sporting an unruly Einstein-style haircut, though his hair had gone completely white, and his mustache was white as well.
"Bill, long time no see, you're still so young and handsome, while I have grown old." Doctor X sat cross-legged on the floor, greeting warmly.
Doctor X looked at Adrian Desmond with eyes like an elder appreciating a junior, far removed from any sense of enmity.
Adrian crouched down, pointing a gun at him, his eyes cold. "Why didn't you escape?"
"Haha, this laboratory contains my years of research. How could I bear to abandon it?"
If someone else were to say such words, Adrian might have doubts, but coming from Doctor X, Adrian had no doubts at all, as Doctor X was indeed a mad scientist.
"That thing, 'World's End,' on my woman's ankle – did you design it?"
