Malachi Daniel Barton

Freya looked at the appointment schedule and saw that Malachi Barton was coming in. They knew who he was, of course, but they weren't expecting him. They quickly read through his file and saw that his face was in terrible condition.

He walked in, wearing a black hoodie and sunglasses. He kept his head down, trying to stay incognito, but his height made it hard to go unnoticed. The receptionist looked up from her computer. "Welcome! Do you have an appointment?

Malachi sits in the waiting room, scrolling through his phone and checking his schedule. He sighs, noticing that he has a press event tomorrow.