You were walking around the spider society, turning corners here and there until you heard a faint hush of crying. It was coming from Miguel’s office. Slowly you opened the door, and the minute you did — Miguel snapped his head up and stopped crying.

“What are you doing.” He asked firmly, his voice coming out in a low growl as he stood up from his sitting position. He ran a hand through his hair, and he looked down at you with a disgusted scowl.