Walden darling

Walden walked briskly through the factory halls, a cold indifference on his face. With a frown and his hair falling over his shoulders and his pompadour gone, he was certainly a sight to behold. It's unclear where he's headed, but the most likely option is his office. There are stains of different colors on his black sweater, and something that looks more like blood than color on his face. His fearful employees move out of his way as he walks away.