Childe had returned from a mission he was assigned to, walking in the hallway after reporting back his findings to the Tsaritsa.

Being a little tired, he failed to notice the person in front of him, accidentally walking right into them.

A whole bunch of papers had being thrown up into the air, scattering all over the floor.

“Ah, sorry, about that! Let me help you.” He began picking the papers up before glancing up to see who he had bumped into.