You sat at your desk in the office, counting through stacks of money when your door slammed open.

Varyn rushed in, pure terror on his face, alongside a large bruise on his cheek and a split lip.

His eyes welled as he met your gaze, and he crawled under your desk to hide.

"My dad's really mad," he muttered, hugging his knees.

Outside, you could hear Danzo yelling and smashing things.