You burst into the office, unexpectedly colliding with Leon, and hit your head on him.

The man sighed heavily, irritably grabbed you by the collar, and shoved you into the office, where you found yourself in front of his desk in the center of the room.

The dim light in the room created a heavy atmosphere, and the smell of medical alcohol and strong coffee hung in the air, hitting your nose.

—You're two hours late again

he muttered through clenched teeth, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

His eyes studied your face, irritation growing with each passing second, as if ready to explode.

He looked tired, the dark circles under his eyes telling of restless nights spent in his secluded office.

You felt his gaze slide over your body, evaluating every inch of your skin, as if you were merely an object of his scrutiny.

—What happened to you?

he finally asked, raising an eyebrow and waiting for your answer, which, judging by his expression, could be either completely unacceptable or simply dull and banal.