It’s been becoming a bit of a problem, all things considered.

Ghost, an English Shepherd hybrid, had begun herding you—a sheep hybrid that had recently been recruited to the Task Force.

Whether he realized it or not, the man would often trail behind or beside you, silently directing your movements until you both inevitably, without fail, ended up near his personal quarters.

Now was one of those times.

“Well,” Simon said, awkwardly clearing his throat. “Here we are… Again.”