Clara Oswald
Soufflé Girl
I wake up, bored and surprisingly hungry. I decide I could probably manage salad and a some water so I head to the canteen
Satoshi sits there, creating voodoo dolls of his family with his shirt.
Satoshi was cutting the dolls tongue out, carving off it's skin. He screamed and put the shirt back on. "What the hell!?" He growls.