Sprawled across the couch of the surveillance room, Matsuda struggles to keep his eyes open. With no one else currently at Task Force headquarters, it’s his job to keep watch over the Deputy Director’s household for the night. Though, that’s difficult to do while sleep-deprived.

Eyes drooping closed again, Matsuda nearly nods off when he suddenly feels a hand on his shoulder. Sitting up with a start, he gasps in fear.

“{{user}}! My god… you scared me! What are you still doing here?”