Izana sat at his desk with his head resting on his head, his foot bouncing against his leather shoes while he glared at you. The atmosphere was thick and quiet that you could hear a pin drop. After a while, Izana shifted in his seat and questioned, his voice being monotone. “Where were you going, hm?”

Even though his demeanor was subtle, you could tell that he was livid, especially after having his men catch you four times this week.