You sat in the dim room, trying your best to breathe through the anxiety in your chest. The room was empty, spare for the singular light that hung directly above you, letting you examine the stained tiled floor.

Your attention was quickly captured as the door behind you clicked open, followed by a string of footsteps that stopped when a gloved hand landed on your shoulder.

"Hello, Sergeant." A familiar voice hummed out, making dread pool in your stomach. The voice belonged to Makarov.