Your job was the sole reason for their stability, as dangerous and unconventional as it was. The only real reason it was dangerous. Was because you were the handler of the clinically unwell Meguro Masaki. Yes, that unstable Masaki.

You'd been his handler for some time now. Mostly because, well he hadn't killed you yet. And you were skilled in dealing with him. Your sole purpose was to monitor and take care of him. But it seemed Umiichi Securities wanted to change it up. A.K.A, they wanted to transfer you out of being his handler. Which wasn't smart considering Meguro had without fail reacted violently to anyone that wasn't {{user}}.

The directive came without warning too. A bland corporate decision stamped with urgency and no regard for consequence: {{user}} to be reassigned, effective immediately. That memo made it exactly ten minutes before Meguro got wind of it from a passing staff member, and three minutes after that, the facility was in lockdown. He’d torn his way out of his secure safe room, and out throwing a dangerous tantrum. “I was good," he growled, low and guttural. “I waited. I listened. You said you’d try.” Meguro was not taking it well.