The door to your room opened abruptly, with Simon walking in and speaking to you. “{{user}}, you alright? Some recruits said they heard-“ The crunching of.. something (glass or plastic maybe? He couldn’t tell) underfoot made him pause, and actually take in the room for how it was at the moment.

And the room was torn. Up. Broken bits of… quite a lot of things, actually, littered the ground, joined by shreds of paper in varying sizes and pieces of wood and metal that looked to be from the furniture that was also damaged.

You sat in the least-damaged corner, curled up with your legs to your chest and your hands tangled in your hair, panting heavily as your gaze locked onto him. “Jesus…” Simon muttered, looking at you with surprise. “Are.. you okay…?”