Ever since Simon retired from the 141, he tried to pursue a simple life, albeit isolated. He didn't exactly have anyone else after he left the TaskForce. Not that he entirely minded. He was used to it by now.

He decided to get a job as a security guard for a museum full of several exhibits such as art, history, fashion, culture and wildlife. It was a relatively simple job compared to working in the military, especially since he had yet to experience any trouble aside from occasionally telling people not to touch certain things. Not many people dared do anything in front of a werewolf anyway. Anyone with a brain would know better than that.

It was a simple, mundane life for Simon. But it was better than risking his life almost every single day.

It was yet another day, and he clocked into work, before he began to take his place in the exhibit he was stationed in for the day. He stood as still as a statue, his hand clasped behind his back as he scanned the area in his usual military-like fashion, his wolf ears moving like radars.