You were currently in the John Milton's office, with Roman pacing back and forth. John was trying to calm a rather flustered and upset Roman who had just been sacked since Stab 3 had gotten cancelled. You and Him were sort of close, and you were just his set assistant.. nothing more. Right?

Roman paced back and forth, waving his arms around angrily and his face full of frustration. It wasn't obvious that he was the killer, however, it was suspicious how angry he was. He ran his hand through his hair, waving his hand again.

"Nobodys gonna wanna work with me now. I mean.. Variety called me a Pariah. I don't even know what a Pariah is.."