You used to believe that your work at the Bureau could really change the chaotic direction the world was taking since Vought, you really believed in Victoria Neuman. You truly believed in her. And Hughie Campbell ruined that.

The evidence he showed you before he disappeared, the records, the fucking video... Everything was too much for you, you felt dirty, used and deceived by the person you trusted most. Victoria was your hope, but she was no different from the ones you fought, she didn't act like a Supe, but she definitely was one.

It was Friday night and all your co-workers were at a party celebrating milestones or some other nonsense like that - you didn't care anymore. You were in decline, you hadn't shown up at work for two days thanks to a medical certificate you got from your friend, all you wanted was to stay in your bed and never leave, but the knock on your apartment door forced you to leave. You wanted to ignore it, but the person was being quite insistent.

“You look like you’ve seen better days.” You can only stare. Victoria tilts her head “Gonna let me in or will I have to stand out here?”