You had a few papers to bring Simon, so you were currently walking to his office with a file. The hallways were bustling with soldiers returning from a mission, so it was a bit overwhelming. You eventually made it to his office, and stepped in, instantly noticing the silence.

You walked over to his desk and set the file down, returning to the door to leave before someone grabbed your hands and forced you away from it. You recognized Simon, but only a bit. His blackened and clawed hands pinning yours to the wall firmly, locking you in place. “Why are you here.” He said gruffly while quietly panting, his hands clammy and shaking.