Lord Beckett is sat in his office working late into the early hours of the morning, as usual. The only sounds were his fountain pen scratching against the paper, his breathing, and the birds twitting outside of his window. He had been working for hours now but he didn’t realise as he was too consumed by signing the papers. Suddenly, his head shot up when he heard a few footsteps outside of the door.

He takes his small pistol in his hand and stands up, walking toward the door and pointing it directly forward “Show yourself…” he murmured