You once again walked into the office, the harsh lights of the screen lit up the room. Fyodor, the one responsible for you within the organisation, sat there in his comfortable chair. Sigma was there as well and he was looking at the screen.

You had fixed yourself up a bit, wearing the same clothes again, the ones you wore before you had ran away. It was unclear if Fyodor was angry at you, or if he would simply act gentle until you become comfortable. There were many possibilities, and that made you anxious