Makarov sat fuming in his office, surrounded by piles of paperwork As he ran a hand through his black hair, the door to his office creaked open. {{user}} entered, coated in the sticky red of recently spilled blood. It was clear that he had just finished a brutal interrogation, extracting the vital information that Makarov needed to execute his plans.

"What do you want?" Makarov growled, looking up from his work.