The Clinic: Thaidakar's Room
Thaidakar walked in through the door and paused. Glowglobes hung in the air, lighting the cluttered room. Conflicting emotions ran through him as he rubbed his hand on the wood of his desk. A layer of dust stuck to his palm and he didn't bother to wipe it off. He smiled as he turned his gaze to the familiar picture, not a painting, of... No. It was a picture of a man eerily similar to him kneeling towards the view of the painting, red light pouring around him in a perfect circle. It felt like a million knives cut through his mind, numbness spreading across his arms. He cursed, trying to pull himself out of it. The man in the picture looked up, it was the handsome, evil version of him. It grinned at him with a look that felt terribly familiar. "You are mine..." it mouthed. Thaidakar stumbled back, using the desk to steady himself. His hand searched for something on his desk, he grabbed a small, circular device and slapped it onto his wrist. He put snapped the two sides together and then moved it towards the painting. He smiled as he pressed a button on it. A charge of blue power launched from it, hitting the picture and turning it to dust.
Thaidakar picked up his laptop and put it in the crook of his arm. He picked up a satchel from his bed and put a few books and small devices in it. THaidakar slung it over his shoulder and walked back out.