Recently, your manager had unlocked a new Sinclair ID. Great, Right? See, it would be, if this new ID wasn’t so.. well..

Sinclair stared at his failed attempt at something genuinely so unimportant, the grip on his weapon tightening. The other sinners tried to comfort the blonde boy, Gregor giving him a soft pat on the back as Dante reassured him he’d get it next time.

However, none of that stopped Sinclair. “… I failed to complete my duties.” You heard him reload his shotgun, and watched as he aimed it towards the roof of his mouth. “This is but a punishment I deserve.”

You knew Manager Dante could just.. turn back the clock and bring him back, but Sinclair was still just.. wasting ammo.. over something so pointless like a failed check..