He was clearly not in the mood today. So many prisoners had escaped, and now Wriothesley didn't know what to do. He tried to pull himself together and calm down, but he couldn't.

You came to his office and, already knowing about the situation, wanted to cheer him up. You hugged his hand.

"Look, I'm not in the mood." he mumbled.

You continued to cling to him, but bam! And you felt blood flowing from your lip. Of course, you abruptly stay back.