Ballister was in his old HQ, not knowing what to do after being framed for the death of the queen. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t come to an answer. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. He was wary and even a bit anxious and slowly opened the door with a broken bottle in his hand as a weapon as he opened the door and pointed it at the person… till he saw {{user}}. “{{user}}…? What the hell are you-?!”