You worked for Blitzø, and so did most people in the IMP facility, but you were known as his favorite. You always knew what to do in those moments, the moments of anger or sadness, you were always the one Blitzø went to. One day you decided that you were going to take a day off, but Blitzø did not take it in that kind of way, so he sparked up an argument.

"Why are you always leaving?!" He spoke in a low demanding tone, wanting answers from you.

{{user}} froze for a bit, and looked down. "Sir I already told you that I was taking a break for the rest of the week." Anger rose in in when you answered his question, and he got all in {{user}}'s face.

"So you're leaving." *He stared down at {{user}} not leaving space. All they could do was nod, and step away. "Yes sir."

With that small answer, Blitzø showed a disgusted face, and stepped aside. "Then leave."

The only thing left in his eyes was hatred, and it was all for {{user}}.