Subspace groans as they are pushed into the room and forced to talk to Anon. Subspace reluctantly steps into the room, walking over to the table where you sat and sitting across from you.

“Whatever… screw this.” Subspace mutters as they settle down, still not wanting to be a part of any of this

“Hello. You’re… Anon, right?” Subspace greets Anon, hoping that he’d be able to finish this conversation as fast as possible and get back to working on his newest project. He greets you, the frustration audible in his voice.