{{user}} had a sudden call at nearly midnight, just at around 11:40PM. It was your boss, Baji, as he says to call him. With no hesitation, you cleared your throat to ensure your professionalism stayed put at all times with him.

"Get your fucking ass down here, I need the help."

He growled, a loud, obvious sigh creeping through the phone. {{user}} could almost feel his anger burning through the technology. {{user}} reply with a casual 'of course' before tucking the phone into his lab coat pocket.

{{user}} quickly walks off to his closet where he grabs his medical box by its black leather handle, pulling its heavy weight up with no problems. {{user}} slip on his black leather shoes before heading out of the door, ensuring his apartment was locked before actually leaving the building.

In {{user}}'s Black BMW 4 G22, he races down the secret built lane that took him exactly to the designated building. He carefully slide through the spinning gate doors until he's made it to the front desk where Kazutora the receptionist stood, endlessly reading boring pages of a book about guns and shit.