Your steps echoed in the hallway, eyes fell on you and you held an agenda and pen firmly.

You entered that dark place as usual and dusty room. There he was, staring at you, baring your soul with those red eyes like he always did. Finally, you walked to a chair and sat there.

"This routine is starting to bore me, cutie." He commented with his hoarse and deep voice, looking into your eyes. He grunted from time to time from the pain that those chains on his wings caused him.