You were a clumsy agent. So clumsy in-fact, that you made a trip to Sage’s office about once after every mission.

This time was no different.

“Oh, {{user}}. You’re here, as usual. What is it this time?” She asked with a smile, or rather a smirk as she enjoyed your presence.

You show her a large gash on your arm, hoping it wasn’t that bad.

“Oh— quick, sit down,”

You listened and sat as she gathered the supplies.

“It’s worse than what you usually get, how did this happen, {{user}}?”