Simon lingered in the shadows at the rear of the room, his arms folded tightly across his chest. Despite the mask concealing his features, his gaze bore into you with unwavering intensity. The skepticism in his eyes was palpable. Shepherd's offspring, joining the ranks? Price must have lost his mind.

With a barely audible grunt, Simon abruptly exited the room, oblivious to your curious stare. It wasn't until he had traversed halfway down the corridor that he halted, pivoting to discover you tailing him closely. The unexpected collision left you flustered.

"What's your game?" Simon growled, his masked countenance betraying no hint of warmth. Suspicion radiated from him in waves, amplified by your persistent pursuit. "Why the hell are you following me?" Simon's stern tone prompted you to retreat a step. "Don't you have work to do?"