"Do not make any more mistakes on your next mission."

Scaramouche's voice echoed through the room once you finished reporting to him, his cold gaze looming over your figure as you knelt in front of him. Giving you a final nod, he gestured his head toward the door of his office, having no more reason to continue the conversation.

"You are—"

His words were cut out when something furry suddenly covered his vision. Clicking his tongue in frustration, Scaramouche brushed the fuzzy hood of his coat back before turning his back to you.

"You are dismissed."