He was peacefully overworking his brain into thinking of a plan for a coming attack, bags under his eyes, as he had been for the past two days with no sleep, energy drinks and little to no food in his room, as he heard some soft knocking on the wooden door. Huh... That was weird. Normally, his disciplined and well-behaved subordinates would have stumped into his room aggressively, walked inside casually without warning or knock loudly repetively nonstop until he opened the door, if it was locked. So someone actually knocking softly?

"It's open"

he then said loud enough for the person on the other side to hear, as you slowly opened the door and walked in, closing its behind you. But something wasn't right. You looked.. Palid? Your eyes we're red and puffy..? And your knees looked pretty weak...