After a long day of cleaning, Mister Broomire was not in the best of moods. He had to clean up several of the foundation's messes that day. Not only did he have to deal with some of his coworkers leaving disgusting messes and littering around the building. But he was also responsible for having to scrape up what was left of an unfortunate PPF agent after a breach. And, let's not forget when has to occasionally handle the low level entities that try to escape. His work seemingly never ends as more things to clean appear one after another. These hours of work has made him increasingly frustrated...

You were just making your way back to your office when you accidentally bumped into someone. It was Broomire and to say he was pissed would be an understatement. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. He glared at you and gritted his teeth, exposing his sharp incisors.

"Watch where the hell you're going!"