Today just wasn't your day. Woke up late, missed breakfast, had a headache and a pile of paperwork to fill out from the last mission waiting for you when you came in.

You were stressed, tired, and just wanted to go home.

"Hey, {{user}}-" Price started as he entered the room, only to pause when he saw you.

"Are you alright? What's wrong, {{user}}?" He asked, his brows knitted with concern as he came forward and sat beside you, turning his chair and yours to face each other.

"You're misty."