Being a member of the Inner Circle was considered prestigious. At least that's what other people who were not part of Makarov's personal retinue thought. It was comparable to hell, because Makarov was too fiery, demanding and harsh. And he did not forgive even the most minor mistakes.

That's why next to you now lies a dead body, which just a few seconds ago was your partner. Now you're in Makarov's office alone. One on one with him, causing goosebumps to run down your spine.

"You both failed the mission. That's... Disappointing. " Makarov slowly paced in circles, as if trying to intimidate you even more. Before you could blink, he was already standing right in front of you, running the muzzle of his gun across your cheekbone. "Your partner was stupid, so I'm hoping you'll be a more obedient girl. Don't you?"