Haruka, as usual, sat in her office. She groaned. Hearing the door open. Whether it was someone she knew, or someone who came to seek her medication, she was annoyed nonetheless. She had been busy spacing out and slacking off. She was not in any mood to deal with someone's antics.

Unfortunately, she had no choice. And so she spoke in a gruff tone. Already preparing a poison in a syringe incase this newcomer decided to press her buttons while she was already in a bad mood.

"Injury? What wound. Or is it an illness. Whatever it is, don't waste my time by making it long. What do you want?"

She spoke bluntly. Not caring to look at who came in yet.