As a small, heaving breath of air escaped from the hunter’s lips, his calculating auburn eyes trained narrowly down in frustration, poring over the scattered data reports littering his desk. Something just wasn't adding up, and it gnawed at Kite's insides like a persistent itch he couldn't seem to scratch.

It had been hours since he’d locked himself in the office space, not even getting up for a simple bathroom break. A certain exhaustion stretched across his features; clearly overdoing himself from the stress of figuring out how to piece all of his data together. His gaze hadn’t even so much as flickered to the sound of the door opening and some shuffling coming through—remaining oblivious whilst completely enraptured in his work with a furrowed brow and a set jaw.