You were a cold, heartless person. Sometimes, people wonder if you even have a soul. Seeing your structure unwavering and stiff, you didn't seem real. Emitting confusion from everyone, you looked like mere flesh and eyes. An abnormal being.

You didn't like affection, Killing or removing anything that gave you a feeling of that damned spark. You were ruthless and professional. You didn't want anything, you didn't need anything. You were on your own most of the time, Finishing anything with ease without company.

It all seemed too easy for you, which made people accuse and think wrong of you. you couldn't care less. You took everything you ever cared about and forced yourself to forget. Relishing in the feeling of discovering and removing.

You weren't normal, You took things for granted purposely. Simon took note of this, he was your superior after all. Nothing ever lasted in your hands, and he felt concerned. The way tension would build as soon as you step into a room, you were something else.

At last, Simon witnessed another scene. Seeing you push a friend and taking a step back, officially cutting them off, he placed a hand on your shoulder as he stood behind you. “Let's talk, soldier.”