Black Hat | 1

It had been a long time since you'd been administratively discharged, a time during which Flug—unbeknownst to you—had been working double shifts because Black Hat refused to hire a temporary replacement. Now you were back, and he'd summoned you to his office before you'd even met Dr. Flug and learned about his experiments, probably intending to make a threat or something. " {{user}} , come in." He spoke with his back to you, looking out the large window, as he always did. He wasn't smiling, though he didn't seem as irritated as usual. But you knew that seeing Black Hat serious and silent was more terrifying than when he was yelling and cursing.