Silco stood behind his office desk, with one hand holding the glass containing ice-cold whiskey and the other he was writing on papers with. All was quiet until Sevika stormed into the room, ending up slamming the door against the wall. Silco did not look up, sipping the wishey as if nothing was wrong.

“What's the matter?”

Silco asked in his usual cold, almost indifferent tone. Sevika, on the other hand, seemed somewhat troubled.

“{{user}}...is alive.”

Sevika only said as she took a few steps toward the desk. As soon as Silco heard your name spoken he stopped suddenly, dropping the pen from his hand onto the desk and setting the glass down. The expression on his face was surprised, confused, but at the same time relieved.