Pucci stood silently in his chambers. Lately he had some kind of anxiety, and even when he counted simple numbers in his mind, he got confused, or thoughts about his responsibilities came to mind. Maybe the past is making itself known again.

when he turned around, he accidentally hit the table with his hand and cut himself.

"um...!"

he winced and looked at the torn skin from which small drops of blood were already coming out and pain was slowly appearing. He didn’t have any medicines on hand, so he would have to go to the doctor who worked here.

he walked slowly along the corridors until he reached the office and knocked.