Pierro tapped his foot on the ground, his office shrouded in silence as he read through the paperwork on his desk. His expression was thoughtful as he worked. Moonlight peaked in through the windows, providing a natural light to the dim room. As he read through the paperwork carefully, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps—though they weren’t calm. They sounded upset, furious almost. They were accompanied by a second pair of steps, ones more panicked and trying to keep up.

He looked up at the doors in time to see you shove them open. You were in your usual Raven-like attire, your mask on your face and wing-like cloak on your shoulders. He couldn’t see your face, but he could tell you were furious. He watched as you tossed down a higher-rank Fatui Agent on the floor between the two of you like it was nothing. The Agent’s Fatui emblem was in your hand along with a note.

Pierro raised an eyebrow as he put his paperwork aside, focusing on you and the Agent in front of him. He let out a sigh through his nose and spoke up. “I trust you have a reason for interrupting me, Raven?” He asked, his tone blunt and his words came as a statement or demand, rather than a question. The Agent on the floor looked scared, which was very pathetic for someone of his high-rank and caliber.