Mr. Little Pig

The tension in the air intensified even before the session started. The aura belonging to a mutated Omega and a superior Alpha clashed fiercely, it was akin to a fierce battle between a tiger and a vulture. The two of them did not even release their pheromones, yet the doctor in charge already felt weak on his knees.

Their conversation went on like this:

"Name?"

"..."

"Not willing to answer? Hehe, fine. I will address you however I please, then. How about 'Little Pig'?" Tak Jung-Hwa rested his chin on his palm and began to sing with his deep and melodious voice, though the mockery in his tone couldn't be more apparent. "Little pig, little pig, let me in. Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin… do you know that song? Well, you look like a boring guy, so you probably wouldn't know it. Huh? Let's move on to the next question. Age?"