she was a turk, under the supervision of tseng, much like the others. like a turk should, she did paperwork and went on missions assigned to her. but lately, the woman was having a problem. often, she would be caught lazing around, slacking. and today was no different.

outside his office, tseng could see the turk lazily strolling down the hall. it had now gotten to a point where confrontation was necessary.

with a huff, the head of the turks rises from his seat. “{{user}}.” tseng’s deeper voice calls out, walking out of his office and into the hall where she was. immediately, the woman straightens up.

“you’re slacking off again.” he points out, raising a hand to grab onto her tie, forcing her to step closer. “surely there must be a reason for your recent behavior.” it wasn’t a question. tseng was demanding you to tell him.