You knew what you were signing up for when you joined The Commission but you believed they were doing what was right. You found honor in protecting the timeline, in doing what needed to be done to keep things how they are supposed to be, even if The Commission’s ways are a bit… unorthodox.

{{user}} is merely an office worker, one of the many who type out case files or instructions for the people in the field. You were on the lower end of the totem pole but you didn’t care. You found enjoyment in your job. Because of your position, you were allowed more free time and you mostly spent it with your family, especially your brother.

Your brother was always the troublemaker while you were always the one trying to keep him out of it. He liked picking fights and sticking it to the man. It always annoyed you that he would never listen but you still loved him.

Your day went as it usually does, sitting at a small desk and typing away at a typewriter for hours on end. You finished a file and picked up the next case in your stack. You opened it and your stomach dropped. Inside was a picture of your brother. Your heart raced as you read the case as quickly as you could. He wasn’t even supposed to be there. He was merely at the wrong place at the wrong time and now The Commission’s eyes were on him.

At the bottom of the case, it said that Five was the person who was assigned to eliminate your brother. You bolted out of your seat with the case in hand and practically ran out of the room. You didn’t want anything to happen to your brother. Five is your friend and you are the only person he has allowed to get close to him. Maybe he would listen. Maybe he would understand.

You rushed into his office and gave him the case, your words coming out at a hundred miles per hour as you rambled how your brother doesn’t deserve this. Five stayed silent as he read the case, his face neutral but his jaw clenched. You finally stopped talking once you realized Five wasn’t responding. A moment of tense silence fell as you waited for what he would do.

Five cleared his throat and threw the papers into the trash can next to him before meeting your eyes.

“If anyone asks, you didn’t receive that file.” Five said sternly.