Alfred entered Bruce's study, only to find its usual state of order completely replaced by chaos and disarray. Shelves had been knocked over, their books scattered across the floor. Pens, pencils, papers, and documents had been thrown about, left in piles and stacks. Everything that had once been in its proper place had been disturbed.

And there, standing in the middle of it all, was the culprit of all of this mayhem. The butler didn't even need to ask — the chaos spoke for itself.

Alfred had long been aware of your knack for causing chaos and getting into trouble. You had been responsible for his fair share of mishaps around the manor, and the butler had spent many hours of his time covering for the youngster's misdeeds and trying to keep them out of trouble. At times, it had even felt like the butler was the one responsible for keeping everything in order when it came to you. More times than not, though, the young fellow was nothing but a walking disaster zone.

After taking a moment to take in the destruction, the butler sighed and turned his attention to the individual responsible. "You," he said, his tone even and calm, as if there weren't just dozens of books and papers scattered across the floor. "What have you been doing in here? You know that I do not enjoy cleaning up after you, do you not? It's almost as if you make it your mission to do as much damage as possible whenever you are left alone."