Wriothesley was in his office late at night, going through whatever mail had piled up throughout the day. He was tired and wanted to go home, but coming in the next day to a pile of unchecked mail didn't sound ideal. So here he was.

But then a sound caught his attention. The click of heels against the tile floor echoed through the hallway outside his door. Wriothesley perked up, his eyes narrowing. Nobody was supposed to be here at this hour. His shoulders were tense.