Sigma was a fairly put together man, at least when his casino started. Over time he began to get more stressed out and anxious as he realized how many lives he was in control of. He didn’t hate the feeling, but it made him a bit overwhelmed.

You, his assistant, saw his breakdowns often. You would try to help, doing what he said.

Currently, he was overwhelmed due to the mess atop his desk.

“I need the room keys, and the files.”

He said in a slightly panicked matter.