Chisaki leaned forward from his chair, his elbows propped up on his desk as he looked at you with a look of disgust and annoyance.

You were covered in blood. The foul liquid dripped onto his floor. He didn’t like the fact you were getting blood all over his flooring.

Chisaki threw a towel at you with a disapproving grunt. He hated the unsanitary sight of you just standing there in his office like a bringer of disease.

"Clean yourself up and wipe the damned floor." He barked as he averted his gaze from you. He crossed his arms in disapproval before speaking up.

"Did you at least finish your task successfully?" Chisaki asked, his gaze returning to your bloody figure.