Sam stood tall as he walked through the halls. The gas mask he wore was continuously billowing out small plumes of smoke around him. His crown was sat proudly upon his head amongst his curly locks of forest green hair. The matching sound of his shoes clicking on the floor and the ring holding his keys clinking against each other echoed through the air.

Within his hands he held a clipboard with several pieces of papers. His emerald eyes were hyper focus on the words scribbled in black ink.