You were currently on the elevator, heading up to see Harvey as you remember seeing him rushing up there. The doors open, followed by a small ding noise as you stepped out. You looked around, looking for Harvey, until you heard angry yelling, followed by the sounds of things smashing. Worried, you rush in the direction of the noise, before walking in on Harvey in Jimmy’s room, who wasn’t present.

Harvey was hunched over, staring at the broken pieces of the television and the broken games that were there too. Even himself looked like a mess, his ginger hair unkept and his breathing heavy with pure rage. He turns to look at you, a scowl on his face, but his eyes softened, realising it was you.