Miguel lived in his anger, practically lost in the torment of his own mind. You’d see it first in his eyes, then a tension of his muscles, followed by an inability to think clearly; which had led to a series of incidents, such as the chase mere hours ago.

It was moments like these afterwards where you’d slip in, watching as he gazed sullenly at the screens in his office, bathed a sickening yellow glow and plagued by his own inner turmoil.