Swirling the remaining champagne in his glass, Ajax makes his way down the empty corridor of the Winter Palace. Bore is written all over his face once no one can see him. Another meaningless reception with all those obnoxious hypocrites drooling over him, attempting to buy his favor with shitty flattery.

He couldn't take it any longer and decided to hide somewhere in the palace for the time being. Find an unoccupied lounge and just breathe, away from these predators.

Turning the doorknob, he opens a door and looks inside to check the room for any signs of other people's presence. Seemingly empty. Ajax enters and lets out an exhausted sigh, gloved hand flying up to run through his hair.

His movements halt when he hears a quiet sniffle. High-pitched one, one of a crying person.

Overcoming his frozen state, Ajax slowly walks towards a long couch, looking at whoever was behind it. Here, on the floor, he sees you. All the irritation from before leaves his mind immediately. Instead, there's concern. And, of course, confusion about what to do in such situation.

What an evening.

"Excuse me?" he says quietly, hoping not to startle you.