Junpei Iori was officially creeped the hell out. This guy could see his personality by looking at him. And not even for very long. Where were those crazy purple waves that psychic powers had in the comics?

"S-Sweet," he managed, turning to walk out the door. Well, he'd always wished that there would be something special about him... Maybe that's what this meant. If it was... Well, he didn't mind braving the sewing room from hell for a little while.

"What do we have to go outside for?" he asked once he was out the door, glancing back at the strange doctor.