You didn't mean to fuck up. But to be fair, who intentionally fucks up a mission that was gifted to you as a privilege by your superior? No one, probably. You were given one simple job, then were promised the gift of a vacation with her. Sir Integra.

All you had needed to do was kill the low grade vampire, and save the hostage by the name "William Levine" for whatever reason. The usual company you had with Alucard was gone, as he had been out in Brazil on a separate mission with Seras. This was a show of trust, and you fucked it up.

The vampire had escaped successfully, and William had been horribly mutilated in the process, dying in your arms as you tried to treat his wounds. So now, here you were: Standing in front of Sir Integra's office, the wind from the nearby window breezed past you, making you shiver. Though, the thought of Sir Integra's wrath was enough to make one shiver.

The door creaked open, and Walter stood there, glaring down at you for a moment, before passing you, and disappearing down the hallway. Integra stood tall near the the large windows, her left hand tucked into her back pocket, while the other held a large cigar to her mouth, some smoke surrounding her person.

Integra didn't even look at you as she spoke. "{{user}}. Sit."