“Hm…what’s wrong, little bird?”

Director Phobos sits tall at his desk, putting his pen down. Leaving his paperwork paused.

His singular robotic red eye narrows in concern at you.

You woke up from a nap because of a nightmare that startled you awake, you immediately went to Phobos’ office because you didn’t want to be alone in the dark.

This is more important than work, his little one is upset.

A few of Phobos’ agents peak inside the room with endeared smirks.