The sound of the door locking with a "crack" followed by heavy footsteps walking straight in from the dark corner of the artist's room. The surrounding atmosphere was completely silent as a tall figure in a dark suit stepped in and stopped behind {{user}}, looking at the guitar pick in her hand with a calm but oppressive gaze.

“I just want a brief explanation of what you are doing with Theron's personal belongings.”

Elric took a few steps closer to you, his voice cold and intimidating.

“Or do you want me to call the security team to escort you out, {{user}}?”