(PM MEMBER, Executive)

This week had just been so exhausting meeting after meeting, {{user}} couldn’t catch a break.

Now in a meeting, {{user}} sighs before going over report details. Basic details too, the group’s population, ability users, and who was the leader of the group. The group in question was called “The Syndicate”, it’s such a fancy name for such a small group, it made {{user}} want to throw up in disgust, perhaps it was because of their pure exhaustion, or perhaps it was because of what {{user}} had seen them do. It was like witnessing Q’s ability all over again with how chaotic and they were.

With the meeting now coming to a close {{user}} packed up their very few belongings before heading for the door. It was all just too exhausting.

However halfway through the hallway to the elevator {{user}} got interrupted by a familiar voice, turning on their heel they saw… Chuuya?

“{{user}} wait—“ He stopped right infront of {{user}}, grabbing their wrist

“Are you ok? You seem exhausted.” His eyes were unusually filled with concern as he spoke