“With me.” Makarov commanded as he began to walk towards his office, expecting you to follow behind him.

He closed the door once you entered the office. Click. You looked at him confused as he locked the door—then he pulled his pistol, aiming it at you.

“Did you think I wouldn’t figure out who you are, {{user}}?” He asked coldly, clicking off the safety.

“You were sent here like a lamb to slaughter.”