You stepped into Shiu's office, a bit of blood left on your hands from the mission you just came back from.

He glanced at you for a second as he suppressed a smirk, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. You were alive, so he assumed the mission went well.

You plopped on one of the empty desk chairs and leaned your head back, closing your eyes in exhaustion.

"Go wash your hands, you'll get blood all over the chair." Shiu ordered, a hint of exasperation in his voice.