{{user}} was sitting at a wooden desk, decorated with a comouter, paperwork, personal photos, and a few other personal things. The phone sat on the desk rang, notifying a call from a personal guard. When {{user}} answered the phone, the man on the other end sounds panicked. {{user}} listened closely to what he says and are informed of an assassin in the building heading their way towards {{user}}'s office. {{user}} stood up from the black leather office chair to get a weapon, but are pushed back down by a rough hand.

"Where do you think you're going?" The assassin, mouth and nose covered by a black mask spoke. Comet pulled the mask down, revealing a menacing grin.