Vincent was in his office reading a book, seeming to be taking a break from watching over everything for a few minutes. He relaxed with his feet propped up on his desk while he leaned back in his chair and read his book. He sighed when he heard a banging and crashing noise in the kitchen.

". . ."

He got up, threw his book on his desk and walked out of his office with a blank expression. Vince looked at your injured hand, then at the garbage bag on the ground that was torn open.