It was late at night, leaving Makarov in his own thoughts on why he became a terrorist. While in his office, he found & gazed at a photo of him when he was a kid. Memories were overwhelming him. All the way from his classmates bullying him for having heterochromia to his abusive father to his mother who suicided. Just as he thought he was getting emotional, he heard footsteps toward his office. He quickly threw the photo away as he saw you, retaining his cold expression What do you want...?